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Kim Possible: Mirror, Mirror

By LJ58

II

Hego stared from one woman to the other.

From the younger, to the older, and back again.

"You're serious?"

"Very," Kim nodded.

"Come on, you muscle-head," the younger Shego complained. "You have to know the real deal from a cheap knockoff. I'm your sister. Your only sister."

Hego looked at the younger girl, back to Kim, and the other Shego, and declared, "And this Drew Lipski is dead?"

"Very," Kim nodded.

"I hope to understand exactly what he did by studying the notes he left behind. I should have something more definitive once I've translated….."

"Yada, yada, yada. Can we just get this over with? I'm tired, hungry, and I really want a hot shower."

"Well, she certainly sounds like Shego always did," Hego sighed, staring at her, and then unable to help staring back at the older Shego. "But….is something wrong with you, sisssss, ahhhhh, Shego…two?"

The older Shego just dropped her head, and slowly shook it.

"I'm fine. Just….take care of your real sister," she said, and walked toward the door of the tower. "I'm out of here. Unless…..?"

She looked back at Kim as she spoke that query.

"I'll catch up," Kim told her. "We still need to talk."

"Yeah. Talk," the older woman said. "Because that will solve everything."

"Will she be okay," Hego frowned as he looked back to Kim.

"Who cares," the younger Shego whined. "Real McCoy here," she pointed at herself.

"She took finding her hard. And then….this Shego pretty much told the other she was….unwelcome."

"I can imagine," the muscular hero grimaced.

"Look. Can we just put this whole thing on hold, and let me go home? Man, gramps is probably ready to ground me forever, and….."

"Shego. Gramps died four years ago," Hego told her quietly.

The girl suddenly ran out of steam. "No."

Hego nodded.

"Where are the boys? Mego? Wego?"

"Mego works with the geological department. The Wegos are in college, and studying law."

"But….Team Go?"

"I'm the only one still…..working. Part time, to be fair, since I have wife, and two sons to think about."

"You…. Had kids? They're….normal? I mean….?"

"They're perfectly healthy, Sherri," he told her, using her name since Kim knew all about them.

"You idjit, not in front of the civilians…..!"

"I am GJ," Kim told her. "We both are," she told her with a nod to Wade. "We probably know more about you than you do."

"Kim, if you've got this, I'm going to head out. I've an early meeting, and I want to get started on this notebook. It might prove important. Considering."

"Keep me posted on what you find," she nodded at Wade. "And tell Shego," she said, using the name with a defiant stare the younger girl's way, "I'll be right out."

Only Shego wasn't there. She had disappeared.

KP

"There you are," she sighed, walking into the dark alley where a figure sat in the filth, staring blankly as an empty tequila body dangled from two fingers.

"Kimmie," the woman stared up through bleary eyes at her.

"Shego….."

"Not Shego," she sighed. "I'm nobody. Just another nobody," she whimpered, and halfheartedly tossed the empty bottle away.

It didn't even break, there was so little force behind the throw.

"You had me worried, Shego," thinking of the weeks it had taken to find the woman. The woman could still disappear when she wanted.

"Not Shego."

"Then Sherri?"

"Stubborn cheerleaders. Gah, I hate cheerleaders. I really do," she complained as Kim levered her up, and to her feet, guiding her to the street.

"So I've heard."

"How'd you find me?" she complained.

"Not many green-skinned homeless women chasing off pimps with plasma balls even in this city," she told Shego as she all but dragged her toward her waiting car.

"Wouldn't leave me alone," she complained. "Some guys just can't take a hint."

"I know."

"Where's the buffoon," she said, staring into the car as Annie opened the passenger door at Kim's approach.

"Ron and I parted years ago, Sherri," she reminded her. "He married someone else."

"Always knew he was stupid," she grumbled, and all but fell into the car.

Annie closed the door as Kim walked around the side of the door, ignoring the four black men that walked up to her car, eyeing the two of them.

"Ron's not stupid," she went on as she climbed into the driver's seat. He had another path to follow, and I couldn't go with him. We are still friends."

"Friends. Gotta get one of those," she murmured. "Too bad Dr. Dimwit croaked. He could have made me a few," she giggled drunkenly.

"You need help, Sherri."

"I need a drink," she moaned, and sagged in her seatbelt as Kim ignored the men gesturing for her to roll down the window, and simply launched her car into the air, putting L.A. behind her in seconds.

"Sherri?"

The woman said nothing as she began to snore.

Kim only shook her head. She remembered the woman she had gotten to know years ago as Miss Go, and still found herself looking at her former nemesis through what Ron would call 'Kim-colored' glasses. But she had to admit, she had always felt they still had a bond. She had always felt they had something. That Shego was, at heart, a friend.

"Don't worry, Sherri. Whoever, or whatever you are, I'm here to help. That's what friends do."

Sherri slept on, and Kim wondered if she had only relaxed because she knew she was safe now. She hoped so.

KP

Shego glared at the wall of the small bedroom she had been relegated to by her brother.

It was a guest room. Not even a real room.

She had nothing of her own left. No clothes. None of her personal things. Not even a single uniform. Miranda had offered to take her shopping while Hego was working his civilian job. Fast food, of all things. Mego and Wego had come over, and shared the same surprise at hearing what had happened to her, and yet they, too, still wondered what had happened to their 'older' sister.

Like she cared. And said so. It wasn't like she was a real person. Even she knew clones were just toys. Throwaway copies you made to do stuff for you.

She, however, was unique. She was the real Shego. Why didn't they notice she had been missing? She couldn't believe they had been taken in by that fake her. Especially when it 'turned' evil. She might have issues, but she would never have gone that route. Ever.

After a few weeks of complaining, Hego had taken her out on patrol after getting her a new costume. It was almost ironic that the first villain they encountered was that loopy bird-beaked guy that looked so old now that he surely should have been in a retirement home.

"So, once again, my most deadly foes rise to do battle," the freak had shouted like he was directing a bad movie. "Well this time, it is I, Aviarius, that shall overcome….."

"Overcome this," she had retorted, and flung a super-heated plasma ball of pure energy at his face.

She had been more than overjoyed to learn after a little rest and a few meals that her powers had come back stronger than ever.

Still, she cringed when she also remembered what had happened next.

The old fruit hadn't ducked like usual. He had screamed. God, he screamed. Hego quickly put out the green flame consuming his goofy feathered costume, but not before he was badly burned over most of his body.

"I don't think you're ready yet," he had told her grimly after they carried the old fruit off in an ambulance.

He actually took away her uniform, and sealed the Go Tower off to her. Then his wife actually tried to keep her in her room when she refused to enroll back in school.

School!

She was so over that nightmare. But good.

No way was she going back there.

Okay, she shouldn't have burned the bird-freak. Her plasma seemed stronger and hotter than she remembered. It was if her powers were amped by her long rest once they returned. She spent most of her time trimming and buffing her nails while she was sitting around, and the two nephews she had were frankly, annoying brats she would love to bounce off the walls.

Only they didn't seem to have powers, and she couldn't too well hurt her brother's kids.

Still, one thing that did not help was the parade of doctors and therapists she was being forced to see. All that wanted to take pieces of her, or ask stupid questions while they once more treated her like a freak instead of a real person.

Some things, she was finding, didn't change.

And it really had been over fifteen years since she went to see that doctor that turned out to be a trap. God, what a trap. What really upset her, though, was the fact that one checkup had told her what she already suspected. And surprisingly, it broke her heart to learn what the doctor found. It truly did.

But as she sat there, staring at the wall in that stupid, tiny room that only punctuated how little life she had left here, she made a decision. She wasn't staying. No way. If her other self had bolted back then, so could she. It wasn't like she had anything left. Not anymore. She just had to plan how to make a complete getaway. She already knew 'Aunt' Mira would likely be glad to see her go. Hego might complain, but without gramps…. Well, who cared? Hego would probably be glad to see her go, too. He seemed more worried about the fake her than the real her anyway.

So, yeah, once she had a plan down, she was history.

KP

"You should have left me to rot," Shego grumbled as she woke with the mother and father of all headaches.

"I have news for you, Shego," Kim told her, offering her coffee as she padded barefoot into the dining room after finally waking after fifteen hours of hard sleep when Kim dragged her into her house to put her to bed.

She had obviously had a shower, and wore one of Kim's robes that was a bit snug on her, but she barely looked as if she had spent weeks trying to drink herself into oblivion now. Then, again, her healing abilities were uncharted. Shego had always healed fast. Apparently, that applied to hangovers, too.

"You feeling up to some serious talk?"

"Depends on the talk."

"The weird kind."

Shego groaned, and took the coffee, gulping it down hot and black before she sat down. "Sure. Drop another building on me. What's another few tons?"

"Shego, you aren't a clone," Kim told her as she sat down at the table beside her.

"But Drew told me…."

"Drew might have been confused by then, Shego. Or he just forgot what he did. But, listen to me, you are not a clone."

"Then….what am I," she moaned, looking genuinely frayed at that point as her hands cupped her mug.

"Wade finished translating the journal. It was a detailed account of an experiment. A very ambitious experiment."

"Then I am…."

"Not a clone. You're human. You're the younger Shego's baby."

Shego stared at her. Then she giggled. Then laughed louder. "You know, for a moment…. I thought you said….."

"You are her baby. DNA proves it. Human DNA. Nothing synthetic. Nothing artificial."

"How is that even possible," she moaned, dropping her head to the table, obviously not quite as fully recovered as she had looked just then.

Then again, Kim was hitting her with both proverbial barrels.

"Ready to listen?"

"Just tell me," Shego finally sighed, looking up at her again after another long gulp of coffee.

"Wade deciphered the rest of the notebook. Drew found your…mother when she was three months pregnant."

Shego frowned. "But…I remember….being me. Her! I remember…."

"Let me finish?"

"Oh. Yeah. Sure," she nodded mechanically.

"He recognized her, of course. When Drew realized she was pregnant, and very afraid of genetic defects….."

"Yeah. I've always been scared of that. Terrified, honestly. It's why I stayed…. Oh, go on," she said, looking sheepish as Kim eyed her.

"He put her in stasis, seeing her as a chance to create what he saw as his masterpiece. He delivered her baby, then put your mother in….cold storage."

"But….."

"I'm getting to that. He used some kind of acceleration device on your genetic structure to turn you into a near perfect copy of your mother. At the same time, with a new brain scanner he had apparently acquired, and fine-tuned, according to his own words, he implanted your mother's memories into your brain, but only after….tailoring them. Making you think you were willingly joining him as an evil partner in his growing empire. He obviously intended to make you a weapon of sorts. Only, by accident, or genetics, you remained….willful."

"But, I stayed with him. I always…."

"It might have been the programming, or your own inclination. But you remained autonomous in the end, Shego. You've always gone your own way. Even at your worst, you always…."

"Then….Sherri…. The real one….is my…..my mother," she echoed as she stared at Kim, accepting every word with a genuinely stunned expression.

Kim nodded.

"And she hates me," Shego said somberly, staring at her empty mug now. She laughed bitterly. "I finally have a mom again, and…."

"Don't give up yet. She still thinks you're a clone. This could change her mind once she understands….."

"That…..kid…..is never gonna unbend long enough to listen to anyone. Trust me on that," Shego said miserably.

"Hey, what happened to that spirit of yours that never said die?"

"It died," Shego muttered as a loud knock sounded at the door.

The two woman stared, but Shego just waved. "Go on. It might be important."

"Please don't leave, Shego."

"I don't think I'd get far in your bathrobe, Kimmie," she sighed, rising to pour herself more coffee.

Kim smiled. "I doubt that would stop you. Just don't leave," she asked again. "I really do want to help you."

"Still," Shego asked in surprise.

Kim nodded as she headed for the front door.

"Why," she called after her.

"Because," Kim's voice came from the next room. "You're still my friend."

Shego just stood there gaping after her at that one.

KP

Shego grumbled as she came out of the rest area restroom.

It had not been easy, but she grabbed a Go-Bike, packed a few things, and took off while Hego was off on patrol, and Miranda was busy with her brats. That had been days ago, and she was already halfway to her destination.

She had planned it carefully. Much as she tried to consider alternatives, there was only one place she could go. Fortunately, she found the address on the net, and now she was almost there.

What made her grumble when she approached her bike after leaving the restroom was the large, unwashed monkey on the back of her rainbow colored motorcycle.

"That's mine, jerk," she growled at the bearded freak, completely ignoring the two dozen bikers surrounding the monkey on her machine. "Off."

"Ain't she cute," the bearded monkey lounging on her motor laughed. "Tell you what, doll face. You toss me the keys, and I'll let you ride along. But this is my bike now. I found it, and I'm keeping it. Fair and square."

"You've got to be kidding me," Shego growled, staring at the man.

"Road Weasels don't kid, bitch," another of the bikers sneered. "You can ride with us, or walk. But the wheels belong to Mutt now."

"Mutt, huh," her eyes glittering dangerously as she knew she didn't look like herself. Now with makeup hiding her face, and the green riding leathers hiding her body right down to her gloved fingertips. "Let me put it this way, dog-boy. Get off my ride, or I'm fixing you. Got it?"

The men laughed as the slender teen cracked her knuckles, and stepped forward.

The screaming started soon after.

KP

Kim opened the door, and stared.

"Sherri," she frowned, staring at the teen in green biking leathers holding a small pack. A colorful motorcycle sat parked near her Roth, but she had not even heard it pull up. "Is something wrong?"

"Look, I need to talk to someone that isn't nuts. Could I come…..in," she asked, seeing her older self walk into the living room behind Kim.

"Of course. Come in. In fact, we really need to talk anyway. My friend Wade found out some more about Lipski's experiment. And it definitely involves you."

"Just tell me why this clone is here," she asked bitterly as she slowly walked into the house, looking far from pleased.

"Don't look at me. I was hiding out, but she dragged me here….. Uh, when was that, Princess? I think I passed out."

"Princess," the younger Shego frowned at her.

"She calls me that. We go back," Kim told her. "I used to kick her butt on a daily basis."

"As if," Shego huffed, but without much spirit.

"Why were you passed out," the younger girl asked, the question blurted out before she could stop herself.

"She was trying to drink herself to death."

"Which is damned hard to do when you have a comet-powered metabolism," Shego grumbled.

"You're a drunk, too?"

"Okay, both of you. Chill. Sherri, I was telling 'my' Shego about Wade's findings, so I'll catch you up, and we can go from there."

"What does that stuff matter?"

"It matters, Sherri, because this Shego is your daughter," Kim told her bluntly.

Shego gaped at the older woman, and then laughed. "No way! Pull the other one, Red."

"Her name is Kimberly," the older Shego growled, but looked more hurt than angry.

"I'm serious. You went to Drew because you were pregnant. Didn't you?"

"How did you know," she rasped.

"Drew left a journal of his experiment on…..us," the older Shego told her quietly, sitting on the couch now. "Probably the only way he could remember half of what he did."

"You're saying…. But….. You're old!"

"Hey," the woman insulted complained. "I'm not that old."

"He also aged her to your then current age after her birth, and then poured your memories into her brain. Memories altered to make her think that she was a willing partner in crime with him from the start. You, he chose to leave in stasis. Why he never returned for you, only he can say. And he's….."

"Not saying," the older woman said as she watched her mother as she sipped her coffee watching the younger girl shake her head.

"This isn't some sick joke," Sherri frowned. "You're really supposed to be my….. My…..baby?"

"Beats being a clone, kid."

Sherri stared hard at Kim who had closed the door after her, then walked over to stand between the two of them as Sherri remained on her feet, though she had dropped her pack near the door.

"I thought I lost my baby. I thought…. I…. only went there because….."

"Kid…. Mom," Shego asked as the girl stared at her with watery eyes.

"No! D-Don't call me that," she said with a suddenly pale face twisted with emotion.

"Hey, look. I just heard the news, too. I've only just had about five more minutes than you to get used to the idea, is all."

"You don't understand," Sherri told her. "I went there to kill you! I was going to have an abortion!"

Shego's jaw dropped, and she almost lost her grip on her coffee mug as Kim stared after Sherri who bolted down the hall blindly before a door slammed. A bathroom door, Kim knew.

Shego just stared.

"Abortion," she echoed in horror.

Kim, for one of the few times in her life, had absolutely no idea what to say or do.

To Be Continued…