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Kim Possible: Mirror, Mirror

By LJ58

IV

"…then, I swear, this ten foot sock puppet drops down on both of us, and it smells like cotton candy," Shari was giggling as Sherri walked into the kitchen the next morning, still wearing her riding leathers. She had been unable to find her costume, since Hego had hidden it too well.

She noted Shari was dressed this time in a worn version of her own uniform without gloves, and wearing a worn windbreaker over it.

"Morning, Sherri," Kim said, sliding a plate of fresh bacon onto the table where Shari was already eating. "Hungry?"

"We didn't wake you up, did we," Shari asked quietly.

"No. I mean, you didn't wake me. I didn't sleep too well anyway. And, yes, I am hungry. It seems I've been starving since I woke up," she grumbled, and set down on the far side of the small kitchen table away from Shari.

"Sun. You need more sun. Trust me, it helps. When your metabolism kicks up, like mine did, the sun helps charge your batteries as much as a seven course meal from Andre's."

"Andre's," Sherri frowned.

"Oh. It's a steak and pasta open air café in Milan I found. They have the best veal scaloppini," she told her.

"Huh?"

"Trust me, you'd like it," Shari told her. "Of course, you're still too young for the wine I'd recommend, but the food is out of this world."

"Maybe you could take her there sometime," Kim suggested.

Both women eyed her.

"If she wants," Shari said quietly.

Sherri said nothing after she set a plate in front of her before Kim had set down before her own plate, gestured to the platters before her, and left her to make her own decisions. She filled a glass she was given with fresh apple juice, and then just ate in silence after heaping her plate full of bacon, eggs, toast, and even a few of the toaster waffles.

"So, how do you stay so skinny if you eat like this very often," the younger Shego asked as she eyed Kim.

"I work hard," Kim told her understatedly. "And I usually have a full day even when GJ doesn't call me in for a mission."

"So, you work for the harpy?"

Kim eyed Shari. "Guess some things really are genetic?"

"What?"

"That is one of the….nicer things Shari calls her, too."

The teen scowled, but said nothing. She didn't seem to be too argumentative this morning, though, and Kim took that as an opening.

"Listen, Sherri. You came here looking for help, well, I've had an idea."

She didn't add that Shari thought it was a good one, too. That would have likely closed that door without ever getting her foot in it.

"What kind of idea," the girl asked suspiciously.

"Well, you remember how Shari mentioned you needed to step up your discipline and control if you were going to handle your…..changes as you...mature?"

"Yeah, so," she muttered, refilling her glass with juice to wash down the last of her meal she had fairly inhaled.

"I have a friend that runs a special….dojo. He could help you with that training if you go…."

"Please," she snorted. "I've done karate classes. Besides, a plasma fist outdoes a goofy Bruce Lee wannabe any day of the week."

"Want to bet," a voice rasped from behind her.

Sherri screeched, leapt up, and almost overturned the table as she jumped sideways to face the lean, muscular man in black.

"Ninja! You can't even keep a ninja out of your…..?"

"He's my friend."

"You want me to learn to assassinate people," Sherri almost screamed at Kim accusingly.

"Wow, was I ever that dim," Shari sighed, making her mother glare at her.

"I'm not that kind of ninja, Shego," the man said as he pulled off his mask, and gave a nod to Kim without smiling. He knew now was not the time for goofing around from what Kim had told him early that morning when she had called him. Fortunately, he was already in the area, so it wasn't too far out of his way for him to come to meet the girl.

The girl looked from Kim to the ninja, then back. "You are kidding?"

"No," Kim told her.

"About that bet," Ron asked her coolly. "What do you say we go outside in the back, and if you can't beat me in…. Say, two minutes, then you agree to train with me."

Sherri eyed him, sensed something seriously weird, and then smiled.

"All right. But I fight her," she pointed at Kim. "I've been hearing about how great Red here is, so let's see her prove it. She lasts two minutes with me, and I'll believe I need more training. Deal," she asked Kim with a smug smirk.

"So that's how that looks," Shari murmured. "Damn, Kimmie, I'd have tried to kick my butt, too, if I sneered like that."

"I do not sneer," Sherri huffed.

"Deal," Ron and Kim both said as they shared a glance.

"Now," Sherri smirked, running a hand through her dark hair as she eyed Kim who wore only a loose tee, and tan slacks. "One-on-one," she added, glaring at the weird ninja guy, and her….. And Shari.

"Fine with me. This shouldn't take long," Kim remarked.

"For once, I agree," Sherri smirked.

"I've got to see this one," Shari said, following them outside as Ron paused to grab a few strips of leftover bacon, and stuffed them in a biscuit.

"Guess you didn't come first class," Shari asked him as they watched Kim and Sherri walked out in the middle of her wide, back yard. Just to one side, a small, but sleek minijet was still cooling down where Ron had landed.

"What do you think of the new ride. Wade just finished it last week," he asked Kim, gesturing to his jet.

Shari eyed the aircraft, and audibly declared, "At least it's not a car!"

"Hey," Kim shot over her shoulder, just as Sherri took advantage of her apparent distraction and threw a faintly glowing fist right at her face.

Kim, an instinctive fighter with skills that most men couldn't begin to match, evaded the fist, then caught the arm near the elbow well away from the dangerous plasma. She twisted, heaved, and Sherri yelled as she landed flat on her back as Kim jumped back, and smiled down at her.

"Looking a little rusty, mom," Shari shouted from the steps.

"Shut up," the teen shrieked, and jumped to her feet, and lit both fists in earnest. "You…. Are going down, Red," the girl growled.

"It's Princess, mom," Shari shouted.

Sherri shrieked, and charged blindly.

And landed on her belly, skidding several feet as Kim folded, one leg sweeping down and out as the other delivered a hard kick to Sherri's lower back as she spun in the air during her combination move.

Sherri pushed to her knees, spitting out grass.

She looked right up in Shari's eyes that glittered with mirth, and hissed almost catlike.

"Told you she was good. Fighting her was almost as good as sex."

"You said you never….!"

"First rule of fighting," Shari said even as Kim landed on her back. "Don't get distracted."

Sherri rolled, bucked, and jumped up and landed on her feet, ready to punish the woman that dared manhandle her. Only Kim had already somersaulted several times in tandem to land several feet away.

"Ron," she called to the ninja standing near Shari watching with a knowing smile.

"Twenty seconds to go," he advised without looking at a watch.

"Twenty….?" The teen looked confused, then turned and glared. "Okay. Time to serious."

Only Shego and Ron noted Kim had pressed something on her left wrist.

Sherri flung twin plasma balls right at the redhead, fully expecting her to duck. When she did, she would be there to put fist to face, and knock her on her butt. Only the redhead didn't duck. Her eyes rounded as Kim braced herself, and she started to scream a warning even as the air around Kim exploded in iridescent color, and Sherri gasped as her fireballs were flung back in her own face, sending her sprawling as they scorched her clothes since they weren't made of her usual plasma resistant fabric.

It took a moment for her eyes to clear, but when they did, Kim was standing over her with a hand stretched out to her.

"Nice try, but I figured out all of my Shego's original moves years ago."

Sherri glared, but took the hand, and regained her feet.

"How did you do that? With the light show? You said you didn't have powers," she complained.

"EM force field built into my battle suit. Wade finally managed to perfect it so I don't even have to activate my suit to use it."

"Nice," Shari murmured, eyeing her 'watch.' "Glad that wasn't me this time."

Sherri glanced at her, then looked back at Kim.

"Can this guy really teach me to fight as good as you?"

"Even better," Ron informed her. "I'll teach you to find your own style. One that works for you. I'm told you need discipline to handle your growing power. I think you also need a little self-control. That will be the best test of how well you manage in the future."

"I didn't really agree to this bet," she grumbled.

"No, you didn't," Ron nodded.

"But, I did fight Red….. Kim Possible. So, it's the same as a deal, and never let anyone say that Shego doesn't keep her word. So….. Where is this dojo of yours?"

"Japan," he smiled.

"Of course," she grumbled. "You do know there is no way I'm eating raw fish, or any of that crap?"

Kim and Shari both laughed now.

"We eat more than sushi," Ron assured her. "I'm partial to nacos myself."

"To what?"

"Trust me, you'll find out," Shari shuddered.

"We should get going," he told the teen. "We have a long flight, and I still need to make a stop."

"Ron?"

"Nothing serious, KP. Yori is having cravings again, and insists I get fresh dark chocolate from the source these days."

Kim smiled. "Tell her I said congratulations. I guess I really need to get that new baby gift for her. Is Mina ready for a sibling?"

"I'm not sure. One minute she acts like she can't wait, and then she sits around plotting how to get rid of the baby."

Kim laughed, and hugged him. "Sounds familiar. I'm sure she'll be fine. Sherri, trust me, you're in good hands," Kim told her.

"I'll…..just go get my bag," she said as Ron nodded, and headed toward the small jet.

"Take good care of her, Stoppable," Shari said only after her teen mother disappeared into the house.

"Count on it, Shego."

"Shari. She is Shego."

"O-kaaaay. Anyway, we'll be fine. But I'd give her a few weeks, at least a month or so before you consider visiting."

"I know how it goes, Ron," Kim nodded. "Just be careful, she is hot-tempered."

"Like her…..daughter," he asked knowingly.

"Worse," Shari smirked.

"Great," he drawled, but laughed as he headed for the jet.

"Let's go," Ron shouted as Sherri came out with her bag over one shoulder, and her own riding leathers now tossed over the other after pulling on a pair of casual jeans and sweatshirt.

"Just a sec. I need to….say goodbye," she shouted back.

"Uh, Sherri," Shari murmured when she turned to her.

"Just a sec. Kimberly, I….. Thanks. And, watch my bike, could you?"

"Sure."

"Okay, but… But, could I talk to…..Shari alone a minute?"

"Sure," she nodded, and walked toward the now idling mini-jet that Ron had started, and was sitting inside.

"Yeah," Shari asked uneasily as the lanky teen turned her way.

"Guess I'm going to grow up to be as hot as you, huh," she asked, looking at Shari's more voluptuous physique.

"Guess so," she nodded, knowing how 'they' had always despaired of blossoming for a while.

"Shari…."

"Listen. I….. By the time you get back…. I'll try and clear your name. No one will…..think you're a crook. I promise," she told her mother with a somber tone as the girl walked over, dropped her bag, and just looked up at her.

"I…. I heard some of what you guys talked about last night."

"Oh."

"I….did a lot of thinking, too. About….everything."

"Did you?"

"I don't hate you, Shari. Not really," Sherri murmured as she let the older woman hug her. "Please…. Don't hate me either."

The erstwhile Shego sighed and held onto her young mother.

"Kid," she still called her. "I've made so many mistakes, I'd be the last to point fingers. And I could never hate you. Never," she admitted not for the first time. "That's one mistake even I would never make. Take care of yourself," she said as Ron waited for her near the warming mini-jet that had brought him. "And….I'll be by to see you later. If you want."

When the parted, the true Shego just smiled, and nodded. "I want. I'm sorry about what I said….before. I guess I do have a little temper," she admitted as she turned to scoop up her things again.

"Don't I know it," Shari laughed ruefully.

Shego glanced at Kim, and nodded her daughter's way. "You'll take care of her for me? Keep her out of trouble?"

"Now, just one…"

"Always," Kim smiled, walking over to stand beside the Shego she knew.

"We have to go," the dark-clad monkey master called out.

"Thanks, Kimberly," the young teen smiled now.

"Don't you dare say 'no….."

"You're welcome," Kim cut off the older woman, making her sputter as the young Shego walked over to leap gracefully into the back of the cockpit with the two waiting ninja. She waved even as the canopy came down, and the small aircraft shimmered out of sight as it cloaked before lifting off.

Only the faint whine of powerful jets told them the aircraft had departed as they stood watching nothing.

"You are going to be okay, aren't you," Kim asked her carefully.

"I am now," Shego sighed.

"I know how you wanted to keep this to yourself at first, but…..I think your brothers need to know everything now."

Shego stared at her. "Do you think they'll believe it," she asked. "I mean, it still gives me headaches, and the boys aren't exactly…"

"Shego?"

"They aren't my brothers, though. Are they," she murmured. "I just realized, they aren't my brothers anymore."

"No, they're your uncles."

"Oh, man. Hego is going to….. To…"

"Shego," Kim asked as she stood outside house staring at the woman who was frowning in a peculiar fashion.

"Shari, remember? I don't know what Hego is going to do," she suddenly admitted. Then she grinned, "Let's go find out."

"Now you sound more like yourself," she laughed. "But I suggest we finish breakfast first. And get you some fresh clothes."

She looked down at her rumpled uniform thrown on this morning under the windbreaker she had borrowed. A washing hadn't helped it.

"I don't think I have…."

"I have a few things."

"In my size," she grumbled.

"Remember Miss Go? I just remembered, I kept some of the things you left behind."

"You kept…..? Why?"

"I told you. You were a friend. And….I always hoped you would find your way back. I just never expected it would be like this."

"Tell me about it. You want to shower first?"

"Well….."

"Or we could shower together," she grinned, making Kim blush.

"I could wash your back," she added. "After you wash mine."

Kim only laughed. "Let's go, Shari."

"That is going to take getting used to," Shari sighed.

"The name, or the fact you're someone's little girl."

"Watch it, Possible," Shego growled with even more spirit, proving she was coming back to life. "Or I won't leave you any hot water," she added as she turned toward the door.

"What happened to washing each other's backs," Kim found herself teasing.

"I'll make you stand outside the tub."

Kim only laughed.

To Be Continued…