And we finally come to the last chapter of Mirror Mirror. For many it's a long time coming and I apologize. Without further delay, here is the final chapter.

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Kim packed her bag, filling it with her favorite shirts, and her lucky pair of jeans, as well as a few bras and panty sets she had left behind when she originally run away. She could feel her mother's eyes on the back of her head, watching her, and judging her. It was hard to do this, to cut her mother from her life, but she couldn't stand the judgment anymore. Maybe one day they could see eye to eye again, but until then she was leaving.

Neither spoke as the younger Possible pushed passed the older one. There was nothing to say. Both hurt far too much to apologize, or to try and make amends. Maybe another time, maybe never.

With one last sorrowful look Kim's green eyes met her mother's and then she was gone, vanished into the night like she was so famous for doing as a famous thief.

Kim's feet propelled her through her old neighborhood, through the memories and the pain that her past held. She was so stupid. She'd become a black sheep in the family when word got out that she was into woman, an outcast inside of her own clan. And here she was expecting to be welcomed back with open arms? God how could she be so dumb?

Her legs pumped harder, propelling her blindly down the sidewalk, her eyes too filled with tears to see where she was going. With a surprised yelp she fell, her arms entangled with someone else's, their bodies pressed together as they landed on the sidewalk. The figure was familiar, and Kim instinctively latched on, small wet sobbing noises coming from her throat as her body trembled against the other person.

Softly a familiar hand traced over the redhead's back, "It's okay……shhh…..Shego's here…"

Kim's head jerked up at the woman's name, her red, puffy eyes meeting Shego's worry-filled and tired ones. Somehow their lips found each other, pressing tightly against the other's, more passion pouring into the other than they ever thought their hearts could contain.

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Betty looked at the beer in her hand, not entirely sure how many she had before. Was it six, or was it seven? Her head was too cloudy to count clearly, or to remember where Isabel had produced the beverages from. She was just content in knowing that everyone that she finished was replaced with another. Isabel didn't try to force information out of the younger woman, and just politely replaced the empty beer bottles with new ones.

Betty's face was flushed and her good eye was barely open when Isabel finally spoke, "Betty?"

"Hm?" The brunette didn't try speaking in whole words; sounds were proving to be so much easier.

"You want to know what I think you should do to get Shego's attention?"

"Yesh. I like Shego….I….I want her to like me," Her good eye looked towards the floor, away from the knowing smile on the older woman's lips.

"Well then you should kiss her when she gets back." Isabel's mischievous smirk was now a full smile, "Give her a little tongue too. Actions speak louder than words after all."

Betty smiled at the thought and looked back at the older woman, "I like…I like that idea. You're so smart…that's why I like you…." Slowly she started to nod off, only to be tapped awake by the older woman.

""If you go to sleep you'll miss it when she get's back."

Almost as if cued from off screen Isabel's pale green daughter and a familiar redhead came in through the apartment door, almost dragging her small duffel bag. Both looked very tired, but very happy, each glowing as if they'd found the meaning of life. And in a small way they had.

Betty slipped to her feet, her body moving as if she were made with no bones, and walked over to the pair, and odd smile on her face, "Shego….I've been lying to you for a long time….I'm sorry…."

Shego was confused as the drunken woman moved closed, "Bets, what are you rambling about?"

The drunken woman's lips met Shego's a strange combination of beer and passion hitting the pale woman, the brunette holding her close before the kiss broke, "I like you."

She let go of the very surprised and confused woman and kissed the redhead who was just as surprised, and quickly became more so when Betty's lips met her own. The kiss broke slower this time, with a playful tug of Kim's bottom lip, "And I like you."

Isabel slowly walked past the trio, "Beer is in the fridge. You three are all grown women, I'm sure you can work something out."

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Shego's head was pounding, and she squeezed her eyes shut as she covered her face with an arm that had been sprawled across her bare chest.

Since when was there another person in her bed?

And why was she naked?

She squinted groggily and felt her jaw drop open when she realized who was in her bed. On either side of her lay Kim and Betty, each holding her, and the other close. Memories of grinding bodies and love bites to tender flesh filtered in through the fog of her hangover, and she could feel a smile spread over her lips.

For the first time in a long time her life seemed a lot brighter, and happy than before, with two lovely women at her side to keep her company for the ride.

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A/N: And thus Mirror Mirror ends, not with Kigo, of Bego, of Kibo, but of all three in a lovely twisted pretzel on Shego's bed. I hope you enjoyed the trip that it took to get here as much as I enjoyed writing it [between the dry spells of writer's block that is.