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16: It's never over
"That was the end? Sheshona just left her?" Kim pouted as she stared down at what was the final journal entry. There were just blank pages after the doctor stated that she was alone. Apparently, that was the end. But, how can that be the end?
The slender hero was obviously disheartened by the way the journal ended. She thought there would be so much more because they had declared their love for each other. She figured since they were in love, they would live happily ever after, even though such a thing would be rather difficult considering the circumstances that surrounded them. But, she had been certain if they worked at it, their love could conquer all. Instead, the doctor seemed… empty.
"That doesn't make any sense," Shego commented while staring down at the entry that explained Sheshona left the doctor and that was the end of everything. It really did not add up.
"Really. I mean, they loved each other, after all," Kim said. She figured lovers were meant to be together, especially if they were right there with each other. Love was precious and meant to be cherished. She thought the past pair would do that, but the journal did not make it seem that way if Sheshona just up and left after they declared their love for each other.
"You really are the sentimental type, Princess," Shego remarked with a teasing smirk. She reached out and rubbed the top of Kim's head. The action was more of a taunt than anything else, she told herself. She did not care about the declarations of the love. She would not have even thought about the emotion if Kim had not said something about it.
"And you're not?" the redhead inquired with a bit of an offended look on her face, pulling her head away from Shego.
"No," the elder female answered bluntly. Do I look like a sap? She wondered what even possessed Kim to ask such a stupid question.
"How do you figure that?" Kim asked.
"Because I'm not. I don't get all gushy and emotional over things. Unlike you," Shego replied, motioning to the college student.
"What about how you keep going on about that night?" the younger woman pointed out a bit smugly.
Shego frowned; it would seem that she was caught. But, the thing was that she did not feel nostalgic or romantic over anything that happened that night that might earn her the label of "sentimental." The night in question did not stir any feelings except disappointment in Kim and maybe some anger all around for everyone involved, including herself. She did not do sentimental.
"Back to the journal and how this doesn't make sense," Shego said to get away from the pointless argument.
"Why doesn't it make sense to you?" the redhead inquired. She silently marked off a victory for herself in the argument. It was about time that she won something while hanging out with the older woman.
"How can she have claimed that to be the end of it when the journal was found in what was probably Sheshona's house?" Shego reasoned. There had to be something they missed or maybe that Doctor Kimberly just failed to mention in the little book because there was no way the end of everything was her ancestor leaving the hospital.
"Well, maybe they sold the house to the Go family and she forgot the book was there," Kim proposed as it sounded rather logical and plausible to her.
"No, my mother always said that the house was built by the Go family for a Go. How did the journal get there?" Shego wondered aloud. She could not figure out how the journal could make it into the house if her ancestor left Doctor Possible as she claimed. It just did not make sense.
"I don't have the answer for you on that one," the hero conceded.
"So, she had to have been in that house," the thief figured.
"When you found the journal, there weren't other things with it?" Kim inquired. She thought if there were other items with the journal, then they might help them figure out what happened now that the journal had ended. If there was nothing, then they might never know what went on.
"I didn't really look because I thought my mother was coming back," Shego admitted.
"Is your mother really that scary?" Kim asked incredulously. She just could not imagine someone making her arch foe so nervous.
"She's the fucking devil with graying hair," the pale woman insisted. She supposed she was being overdramatic. She was not really frightened of her mother or as anxious about the woman as she always made it seem. But, for some reason, she liked making it seem as if her mother was evil incarnate.
"Well, will she give you permission to search the attic?" the slender hero asked. She thought since Shego made her mother seem so bad, the woman would not want them going through the house searching for things that might not even be there.
"We don't need her damn permission. Screw her," Shego declared with her chin in the air. She never asked her mother's permission for anything. Life was interesting when her mother did not know what she was up to. Well, when she did not tell her mother what she was up to anyway. Her mother seemed to know what she did with her life no matter what and that was annoying.
"Screw her?" Kim echoed in a baffled tone. Just a second ago Shego claimed her mother was the devil with graying hair and now it was screw her. Shego certainly flip-flopped on the issue of her mother. Kim began to wonder if Shego was actually a spoiled kid and only thought her mother was bad.
"Yeah, screw her," the thief repeated. Her mother would not give a damn if they were in the house, as long as they did not wreck the place. The house was open to anyone of Isabel's children. Truthfully, it was open to anyone in the Go family, as long as no one else squatted there anyway.
"So, let's go," Kim suggested with an eager grin. She was ready to get off of the sofa and she also prepared to drag the pale woman with her.
"What, to the house?" Shego inquired in a confused tone, her brow wrinkled.
"Yeah. Maybe there's something else there that'll explain the journal." Kim stood up and she put her hand on Shego's wrist because she was about to pull the older female to her feet.
Shego thought on the proposal. She glanced at the clock on the wall. "It's way too late to go tonight," she decided.
"What? How so?" the younger woman asked. She was obviously hyped, almost bouncing on her heels. She really wanted to know what happened to the past couple.
"You'll be asleep five seconds into the ride. The house is over an hour away from here," Shego explained, taking her arm from the redhead. She considered yanking Kim back down to the sofa to calm the kid down.
"Oh." Kim nodded to show she understood the reasoning. She would not last an hour, especially since it was already way past her bedtime. She probably would be out like a light the second she got into the car if they tried to go now.
"Yeah. Are you even good to make it home on your own?" Shego asked.
"I'll be fine."
Shego arched an eyebrow. "Oh, really? How many hours have you been up, cupcake?"
"Not even like twenty. I'll be fine. I can do anything, after all," Kim declared and then she let out a long yawn. It seemed that all of that energy she just had not even a second ago was gone now that she knew they would not go to the house to search for things to help solve their little mystery.
Shego shook her head. She did not like the sound of that yawn and she was sure Kim had rounded down in approximating how long she had been awake. She got up from the sofa and walked off toward her hallway. The redhead yawned again as she climbed to her feet. She staggered toward the door to collect her sneakers and walk home. She made it to the door, but she did not get the chance to even put her footwear on. She was assaulted in the head by a pillow, comforter, and clothes.
"What the?" the hero yelped as she moved the blanket from off of her head.
"Sleep on the couch or on the floor," Shego practically commanded. For some reason, she just did not feel comfortable with the idea of Kim walking home while being so sleepy. She would sleep a lot better if she knew just where the slim adventurer was tonight.
"What?" Kim asked as she gathered the items in her arms. She turned her head to pay attention to her hostess.
"Camp out here," the villainess ordered.
"I can make it home," the younger woman insisted. "Shego, need I remind you that I'm Kim Possible. I can do anything and I'm pretty sure out of all of the things I've done in life, hell, even done today, walking home is probably one of the easier things. It's not a problem."
"I'd feel better if you didn't try. I know how you get when you're tired. You've been up all day, you just ate, and you pass out pretty hard from what I can tell. It wouldn't sit well with me if someone got the better of you while you're sleepwalking home," Shego replied, trying to downplay her apprehension about the girl walking home by sounding as if she teased the hero.
"I'll be fine," Kim persisted. It was just a walk home for crying out loud. She walked over to the apartment, so she figured that walking home would be just as simple. She did not see why Shego made a thing about it.
"I know you will because you're going to sleep on the damn couch," the pale woman declared.
"I don't want to sleep on the sofa," Kim countered. Why would she sleep on Shego's couch when she could take the walk home and sleep in her bed? Why was this even an argument?
"Why not? It's where you've been sleeping," the thief pointed out.
Kim was speechless for just a second because she could not argue that fact. But, she had something else to counter with and she was certain it would get Shego off of her back about walking home. She just had to work up the courage to say the words and that took a couple of seconds.
"But, it's just because I was sleeping against you," the sleepy girl said, looking Shego right in the eye.
Shego was not looking to lose the debate and she was not about to let Kim try to walk home. So, she offered up a solution without missing a beat in the whole discussion. "Fine, come sleep in my bed," she said in an almost harsh tone.
That proposal threw Kim off, especially since she thought that she had her foe. Since she did not see that one coming, she had nothing to counter with. "What?" she said in a bewildered tone, partially convinced she heard wrong.
"Come sleep in my bed," Shego repeated, showing her words were not an accident nor were they said to win the argument.
She would not let Kim go out and take that long walk home. It was not even a straight walk first of all. The redhead would have to go through alleys, lots, and a bad neighborhood that Kim swore was a short cut. She had confidence that Kim could make it home, but she would rather not chance it. They did not need Kim attacked and injured by some petty thugs or idiots while she was in a somewhat dazed state before of her sleeping mindset.
"Are you serious?" the slender hero inquired. She was a little shocked about the offer. It just seemed strange for her enemy to propose they share a bed and it was hard for her to believe Shego meant her words.
"Yeah, it's not like you haven't been using me as pillow anyway," Shego commented to make light of their circumstances. She shrugged.
Kim muttered incoherently, merely yielding to Shego's point. She doubted it would be as weird as it sounded for her to share a bed with Shego. She slept on Shego most of the time they were together now. She stepped away from the door and toward the back of the apartment to change into the pajamas. She figured she might as well give in because she did not have any more ammunition to argue with and she was exhausted.
Shego went to lie down in her bed, pulling back the black comforter. She did not think too much on the fact that she was about to share her bed with Kim. She thought about when they were asleep on the sofa and how comfortable that was. She was joined a few minutes later by the redhead and stopped thinking on the matter. Kim yelped as she hit the mattress. She had not expected it to be a waterbed.
"This is so you," Kim muttered through a yawn. "I didn't even know they still made these." She shifted, feeling like she was falling on the mattress.
"Whatever. If you wake up before the crack of dawn, which I'm sure you will, do your best to not move or freak out because if you wake me up, I will destroy you," Shego proclaimed.
"Goodnight to you, too," Kim remarked.
Shego snorted like an angry bull. "Just go to sleep."
Kim nodded and tried to make herself comfortable. She had never slept on a waterbed before, but it was a bit soothing. Of course, Shego's satin sheets probably helped. She tried her best not to move around too much because she did not want to disturb Shego, who had fallen asleep without a problem in a matter of seconds. Kim was not too far behind and she woke up at her usual time, which was before the sun came up.
For a very brief and disoriented moment, the redhead had no clue as to where she was. The room was dark and the mattress underneath her was unfamiliar. She almost panicked and then she noticed Shego, who was not even an inch away from her. Shego still slept soundly, her mouth slightly open and her hand on Kim's shoulder.
Kim sighed in relief when she saw that pale green face, which looked almost as if it glowed because of the darkness surrounding it. She instantly felt safe when she saw she was next to Shego. She then wondered why she would feel that way. She shook the thought away because she did not even want to consider what that could mean.
The slender hero wondered if she should get up. It would probably help take her mind off of the weird feeling that she just had about feeling safe with Shego. She asked herself what she would do if she did get up. She was not at home, so she could not do any schoolwork that might be waiting for her. It's a good thing I don't have class and most of my work is done.
Well, I might as well sleep in, she told herself. She was comfortable and if she was asleep, she would not be thinking about the odd feeling that still floated inside of her. She would like to sleep in just one day, if only to see how it felt. So, she settled back into her pillow and went back to sleep.
Shego woke up a little less than three hours after Kim initially stirred. She stared down at the dozing younger female. Kim had an angelic look on her face in her sleep. The pale woman propped her head up with one hand and reached over with the other to push some of Kim's hair from her face. It was not a bad sight to wake up to Kim's face, she silently noted. And then she scolded herself for thinking such a thing.
Kim was her foe… okay, Kim was something else that was not a foe, but not a friend either. What was important was what Kim was not and she was not someone that Shego should ever consider waking up next to in bed on more occasions. Well, that was what she told herself anyway, but most of her brain did not listen.
"This is weird, what we're worked ourselves into, isn't it, Princess?" Shego asked in a whisper to avoid disturbing Kim's much needed rest.
The green-skinned woman tried not to think too much on the fact that she enjoyed Kim's presence more than she had ever enjoyed another human being's company. She crawled out of bed, thinking it would get her mind off of the places it seemed intent on going. She really would have liked nothing more than to just lie there with Kim for a while. But, that's not a good idea.
Shego made sure not to cause too much motion on the bed to avoid waking Kim as she got up. She exited the room after taking another look at the smaller female, burrowed into the bed and cocooned into the blankets. It really would not be bad to wake up like that more often, she thought. She then went to tend to her morning exercises. She considered making breakfast when Kim woke up.
The redhead rose an hour after Shego did. She rubbed one of her eyes as she sat up and noticed Shego was not there. She yawned and looked around to discover that Shego was nowhere around the area. She got out of bed and noticed all of Shego's bedroom furniture was black, which she had expected. She had not been able to see the items last night because it had been dark when she entered the room.
Yawning, she breathed in the air of the room and noticed it smelled like spicy apples. It was strange because Shego did not smell like that. It was soothing and made it tempting to just lie there and let the aroma settle over her. She fought against that, though.
She continued to rub her eye as if it was a hobby as she exited the room. She wandered out into the living room to find Shego doing katas. She stared at the pale woman and noted that she had great form until Shego noticed her.
"Hey, my pj's look good on you," Shego commented while getting a good look at Kim in her clothing.
The pants were too big for Kim and hanging off of her hips, revealing the tops of her pink panties. The shirt was no better. It was hanging off of one her shoulders and showing off her matching pink bra. The fact that Shego thought that was a good look showed that her mind seemed to decide the road it would travel, but she did not consider that.
"Your pj's are barely on me," Kim remarked.
"Adds to why they look good on you," Shego quipped with a suggestive smirk. The redhead could not help blushing, which satisfied Shego just as much as making that comment did.
"You just say whatever comes to mind, don't you?" Kim inquired because she never would be able to say some of the things that left Shego's mouth.
"Like asking what do you want for breakfast," the thief replied.
"You make breakfast, too?" Kim asked as if that was the most impressive thing about Shego. Forget all of the fighting skills and razor sharp wit; Shego would probably want "sexy looks" to be added to the list of her impressive qualities until she knew her cooking skills topped the chart with her guest.
"I know it might seem like black magic to you, but yes, I make my own breakfast like I do dinner. What do you want?" the villainess inquired, not missing a step in her exercises.
"Whatever you're making," the college student replied. She did not see why Shego even bothered to ask her. She was not picky when it came to homemade meals, especially when Shego prepared them.
"Okay."
"So, we'll go up to the house today?" Kim inquired. She fell into step with Shego, mirroring the older woman's katas.
"Yeah, but I guess first we'll swing by your place. Unless you want to wear those pajamas for the day," Shego proposed with a smirk. She leaned over and tapped Kim's elbow, signaling for her to drop it a bit.
"No thank you," the slim hero replied with a smile and she lowered her elbow.
"I guess it's my loss," the pale woman remarked in a low tone. She just could not help herself it seemed.
Kim heard the remark and she blushed again. Shego noticed the scarlet flush painting the girl's face and that caused her to smirk. She really liked making Kim blush from compliments, she realized. I thought I made it clear we weren't traveling down that road, Shego told her brain. Her brain actually had a response. I agreed to nothing!
Shego finished up her exercises, correcting Kim along the way, and then went to make breakfast. Kim loomed around her, trying to learn how to cook without being too annoying. Shego did not mind, which surprised both of them. She tried to explain some of the preparations to the redhead, even though she did not think everything was so difficult that Kim required a spoken tutorial. Part of her refused to believe Kim was so inept at cooking because it was not that hard to her.
Once they had eaten, Shego showered and they got dressed. Shego drove Kim home for her to take a shower and change into a fresh outfit. Kim performed those tasks as rapidly as possible because she really wanted to search for more things on their ancestors. Before long, they were on their way out of Middleton.
"So, where do we have to go to get to the house?" Kim asked curiously.
"About halfway to Go City," Shego answered. The house was really out of the way in her opinion and she thought if her mother was going to keep the house, they should at least move it some place easier to get to.
"Halfway!" Kim shouted in disbelief.
"I told you it takes over an hour and that's only because I'm driving," Shego replied and she floored the gas pedal on her small sports car. She had taken the drive with her father once and she could not believe how slow the man drove. She had not thought they would make it to the house with the way he drove. Part of that was because she thought she was going to have to kill at least one of them because she was annoyed.
"Don't you obey any laws?" Kim asked as she quickly fastened her seatbelt. She hoped the belts worked with the way Shego drove.
"I haven't killed anyone yet," Shego replied with a smirk.
"That's nothing something to brag about," the olive-eyed woman pointed out.
"Sure it is considering the people that I deal with on the daily basis," the pale female quipped.
Kim laughed a little, even though she knew she should not encourage the thief. Shego continued pushing her sports car to its limit and she made the drive a lot shorter than it would have been with most other people. Kim suspected the only way faster to get to Go City was by jet. They pulled up to the house, which was really a mansion from the looks of it.
The house sat alone off of the main highway and down a dirt road. It really did not look like it belonged in the setting that it was, crowded by trees and bushes. Shego scanned the area to make sure her mother was not around since she seemed hell bent on restoring the old place. She really did not want to deal with that woman, especially with Kim around.
"This place is pretty out of the way," Kim commented as she exited the car.
"Yeah," Shego concurred because it was. It was smack in the middle of nowhere now, but she heard that there used to be plenty of other mansions in the area, but they had been torn down sometime during the Great Depression. "Once upon a time, this place was supposed to be the happening spot for the rich, though."
"So, your family's old money?" Kim asked with a teasing smirk.
Shego chuckled. "I'm more inclined to believe my family's just old. I guess if most of the people in your family just eat and fight their entire lives, you're able to save a few bucks."
"This is an impressive place, but it does look like it could use a paint job," the redhead remarked as she took notice of the chipped coloring coating the house.
"We need to just sell it and be done with it, but that would take agreement from way too many Go family members," Shego replied. She could just imagine the whole Go family getting together to decide on what to do with the house. She would sell tickets to that event and make a fortune. The fighting would be unbelievable. Hollywood would have nothing on them.
Shego did not bother to lock the doors to her car as they started toward the house because of where they were. If someone was out there stealing cars, then they needed the car more than she did, she figured. The pair went to the house door, which was locked, but Shego had the keys. Kim looked around the old house while following Shego to the attic. The hallway was somewhat bare, but the place was clean. Shego wondered if her mother ever got the boys to help or if she had done all the work herself. The attic was also clean. Shego had actually done a good job, even though she complained all the way through it.
Shego went right back to where she had discovered the journal. She flipped the bent nail switch and the hidden compartment opened up. They both peered inside the space to see what was at their disposal to help them figure out what happened over a hundred and fifty years ago. The little opening had quite a bit in it and they hoped something answered the mystery.
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Next time: see what the pair discovered. Also, Kimberly and Sheshona will be back.