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Kim Possible: Mirror, Mirror

By LJ58

V

"Miss Possible? Uh….Shego? Uh….Shego…. That is, the…..other Shego…. The real one. Isn't here. She…..ran away again, didn't she," Hego sighed.

"Told you," Shari nodded at Kim.

"Be nice, Shari," Kim chided her. "Remember why we're here?"

"Okay, okay. But it's just…..too easy."

"Behave."

Kim hid her own need to smirk as Shari sighed, and shrugged, and Hego only stared in confusion.

"We need to talk, Hego."

"I know. I'm organizing another search since you called and said we needed to talk, but after the way she…. I mean she…. Well, she's good at disappearing," Hego said mournfully, stepping aside to let them come inside.

"Henry, who is it," they heard his wife call.

"Uh, it's Kim Possible, and Shego."

"She's back?"

"Well, not…..that Shego. The evil one. I mean the older one. I mean….."

"Call me Shari, Uncle Hego."

Hego stared at her in genuine confusion as Shari only smiled. By then, Miranda had appeared, staring at the two women, and asked, "Are you here to help find her? Please, I said some things, but she's just a child, and….."

"She's safe," Shari told her. "Trust me. She couldn't get much safer."

"She came to see us. Well, me. But Shego…. This Shego, was with me, and we…..worked a few things out before she left. With a friend."

"You did," husband and wife both exclaimed. "She did?"

"Yes. Turned out that my friend Wade has found out there was more to Drew's work than even….Shari realized," she went on, nodding to Shari as they went to the couch to set down. "And I think we better fill you in, Heg…. Uh, Henry," she called him, knowing his wife wasn't fond of his recent return to heroing. She could understand to a degree, since they did have two young children to care for and protect now.

"This isn't more trouble, is it," Miranda asked quietly. "We really….."

"No," Shari surprised by speaking up first. "It's not. Just a long…. A long overdue explanation. Then I'm out of here, and you guys can…..do whatever."

"You want to tell them," Kim asked her when Shego fell silent.

"I….. You'd better do it, Princess," she called her quietly now. "I don't think they'll believe us otherwise."

"Okay. The short version," Kim told them. "Sherri is safe. She went to a special…..facility with a very good friend of mine to learn a little discipline. Some….self-control, and special training. She apparently thought I could help her, and that is why she showed up at my place. To ask for help. So I called my friend, and…. Well, bottom line is that she's safe."

"Thank God," Miranda sighed, giving a weak smile. "I won't deny she's one serious handful, but I never wanted to have her just….. She is family," she said weakly.

Shari gave a weak smile, nodding, and Kim could almost read her expression.

"And, Wade's discovery, Miss Possible," Hego asked, still staring at the sister he had thought his sister all these years, and still finding it hard to believe she wasn't.

"Yes," Kim nodded. "Shari. This Shego. Isn't a clone. Drew didn't clone your sister after all."

"He didn't," both Gordeaux's echoed as they both looked at Shari who was looking very uncomfortable just then.

"No. This Shego…..is your niece."

"My what," Hego exclaimed in genuine, confused shock. "Now, come on, Miss Possible. We see some bizarre things out there, but there is no way….."

"We're talking about Drew Lipski here," Shari put in quietly. "The former poster boy for the bizarre."

"What happened," Miranda asked when the two once siblings now just stared at one another.

"Shego…. That is, Sherri, was pregnant."

"She was what?"

"Let her just tell us, dear," Miranda suggested as he bolted to his feet, looking furious.

"It wasn't her fault," Shari snapped. "Not….completely."

"Should I go on," Kim asked very quietly, fighting to stay calm herself. She could guess what Shari felt just then. She knew those eyes, and she knew Shari was about a second away from bolting in panic.

"Wade found out that the younger Shego was pregnant, and was looking for….help with her child, because she was afraid it might have….problems."

"I can understand that," Miranda nodded. "Henry and I had the same issues when I was first pregnant. We were so relieved when…. Oh, I'm sorry. Please go on," she smiled at Kim after she glanced first at Shari sitting on the divan with Kim.

"Yes. Please," Hego nodded, looking as grim as Kim could ever recall seeing him.

"She didn't know Drew, of course, was Dr. Drakken. The man apparently knew all about Team Go, and lured her in, and decided to exploit her…..child."

"My God," Miranda gasped. "What kind of monster…..?"

"The idiot kind," Shari muttered. "Trust me on that."

She paused, glanced at Kim, and sighed. "Go on," she shrugged.

"I'll avoid the science, and just tell you that he put Shego, your sister, into a kind of cold storage. But you knew that part. What you didn't know was he first used his machines to force the baby to grow up, and then used the original Shego's mind as a template so he could feed her own mother's memories as her own. After he tailored them to his liking so he could conceivably control her."

"Control her?"

While Hego assimilated that, she patted Shari's suddenly clenched hand near her own leg, and then added, "Yes. But while he altered those memories just enough so that Shego 'thought' she was not only the real Shego, but had decided to turn to evil, he slipped up. Although he made the decision for her, thinking he was creating a super-powered…."

"Weapon," Hego said quietly. Sadly. Staring right at Shari. "Our worst fear with some of our enemies in the past."

"Well, I doubt it helps, but for all he did right, he still screwed up," Shari told him. "He left enough of mom in me that I was pretty hard to control. In fact, he couldn't really control me. I gave him as much grief as I ever…. Well, gave anyone else."

"So, you are my…."

"Niece," Shari nodded. "Mom decided to call me Shari, so she's the only Sherri/Shego now."

"Shari," Miranda asked.

"For Sharonda," Kim volunteered.

"Kim," the blushing woman groaned.

"My...God."

"What is it," Hego's wife asked in concern as he sagged back on the couch, staring at his niece.

"Shego….. My sister….. Always said she would name her daughter Sharonda."

"I know," Shari murmured, looking melancholy again.

"So, you have all her memories?"

"All of them right up to the moment before she got pregnant," she told Hego. "Apparently, Drew's machine had trouble with recent memories. Or he just blanked them. I don't really know that part."

"So, do you know who got her that way," Hego asked, sitting back up and looking interested. Very interested.

"No," Shari told him, though she had her own suspicions after thinking about it for a while. "And that was one thing mom wouldn't tell me," she told him. "She said I wasn't ready to know."

"It hardly matters now, Henry," Miranda tried to tell him.

"Hardly matters? The man has a daughter, and he should….. Should….."

"I swear, if you say 'do the right thing,' I think I'll fry your backside here and now," Shari growled. "If mom wants to handle the guy her way, then that is her decision. Frankly, it's just as well we don't know, because I think both of us are the type to go do very unpleasant things to him. And he probably wouldn't even know why, since it is likely the guy doesn't even know about….me," she trailed off at the end, and just shook her head.

"Besides," Kim pointed out. "This isn't about a man that was never really a part of any of your lives. This is about your sister, and your niece."

"So, you were….made evil," Hego finally said, eyeing her. "I suppose that explains a great deal."

"Oh, no. Don't ever think that excuses you, you lunkhead. You were at fault from the start by dragging me…. Mom!…. Into that whole goofy hero biz that I…. She!….never wanted any part of from the beginning. Ever," she added pointedly when he started to argue.

"Henry, you didn't," Miranda sighed.

"I'll admit that I may have made some mistakes," Hego said as she stared at her as Shari's fury began to fade, and now looked rather sheepish as she realized what she had blurted.

Not a look he was used to seeing on her face.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't tell me. Tell mom," Shari grumbled at him.

"I will. Right now, I'm saying it to you. I really was only thinking of helping…. It just….got out of hand."

"And you wonder why I didn't want you going back into that life," Miranda demanded. "Just look what happened when that bird man showed up the other day!"

"We heard," Shari told her when Hego groaned. "Mom told us."

"So. Shego…..? Uh, Shari? What will you do now? I mean, you aren't going back to…..evil ways, are you?"

"I'll admit I still have a few wanted posters out there with my name on them," Shari sighed, looking at Kim. "But, no. I'm done. I'm past done. I was getting out even before Drew…..died."

"He's dead," Hego asked. "You didn't…..?"

"Gah! How could even you think…..? Come on, Kim," she growled. "I am so out of here," she blurted, and Kim understood.

She wasn't angry. She was looking for a graceful exit.

"Shego… Shari, wait," Hego said, rushing after them as they got up, and headed for the door.

She paused, but didn't turn.

"I said I'm sorry, and I'll say it again. You have to admit," he told her as he grabbed a hand, and pulled her away from the door, and back to face him. "I had cause to ask. But….never mind," he said, holding up both hands when her eyes blazed.

"Something on your tiny mind, blue-boy," she scowled, refusing to look cowed right in front of her former brother turned uncle.

"I'm sorry. And, I hope you'll give me, and all your uncles, another chance. Okay?"

Shari slowly nodded. "I'll think about it." Then she looked past him at Miranda, and told him, "Don't let him feed those kids his hero crap, Aunt Mira. In fact, you should probably burn all his comic books, and forbid him to buy any more."

"Shego," he wailed, calling her by name out of habit.

"I'll even help," she winked with a wicked smile as Miranda even smiled back at her for a moment.

"You're welcome here any time," Miranda told her, surprising her again, because the woman had never been a fan of hers.

She gave a wan smile this time as she said, "Th-Thanks," and then turned to Kim, saying, "Come on. Let's get out of here."

"Shego…. Where are you going to go?"

"She's staying with me for now," Kim blurted out.

Hego was rendered silent for the time it took them to get out of the house, and into the car this time. Kim was just pulling out of the drive, and heading for the road when he came back to life, and bulled out of the door in time to see them drive away.

"I think you broke him," Shari sniggered.

"I think we both gave him a lot to think about," Kim told her. "You okay," she asked a moment later when Shego only nodded, and stared out of the window on her side.

"Yeah. It's just….weird."

"It is…."

"No, no. This place. I remember growing up here. I remember the kids. The bullies. Playing in the tree-house. The comet. I remember everything. But…..they aren't my memories," she said quietly. "They're mom's. I….. I never really had a life. Not a real one."

"You do now," Kim told her. "And for whatever it's worth, I do think Drew did try to make amends at the end."

"Yeah," she grumbled. "Who knew momma's boy had a conscience. Tiny, shriveled, and barely there, but he had one."

"Dad told me a few things about him. I don't guess he had much of a life, either. Maybe…. Maybe he wasn't trying to make a weapon, as much as a….friend?"

"Are you trying to defend that dimwit now," Shari demanded incredulously.

"I'm trying to understand him. And remind you that you do have a life. Your own. However you started, you are here. You have your own mind, and your own will. You can decide what to do next. Remember?"

"Always the optimist, aren't you, Pumpkin," Shari said, suddenly remembering laying in her slender, but strong arms all night, and crying on her shoulder.

Who would have ever believed that one?

"Thanks, Kimberly," she said, the urge to bolt rising in her again. Sometimes she felt like it was a conditioned response. People get too close, and she runs.

Yeah, and look how well that worked out for mom! And you!

She looked back over at Kim, ignoring the impulse, and quietly asked, "Did you mean it? About me staying with you?'

"As long as you want," Kim nodded. "As long as you need."

"Thanks, Kimberly," she called her again without any nicknames. "I….. I can't….."

"It'll be okay, Shego," Kim reassured her, using the name out of habit.

"No. No, don't call me that any more. It's….not my name. I…..I used it. I ruined it, but….it's not my name."

"She…. Shari?"

"I have to fix it. I owe her that much. I promised."

"I think she'd appreciate that," she told the green-skinned woman that still carried a lot of burdens behind those too bright eyes. She wondered if she weren't also mourning Drew, for all else she said. They had been….close. After a fashion.

"We should call the harpy," she said after a few moments of riding in silence.

"Betty?"

"Yeah. Tell your boss… Tell her everything. I want to clear mom's name. I don't want her coming back to a world that….hates her."

"Even if you have to go back to jail," she asked Shari quietly.

"I told you I would do anything that night," Shari told her. "I meant it. I'm finished, Kim. I…. I'm just…. I want to clear my mother's name," she said earnestly as she stared out at the world she remembered, but now knew she had never lived in. "She deserves her own chance without….my baggage."

"I'll talk to Dr. Director. Considering the circumstances, and the fact that you have been….out of circulation for some time, maybe we can….do something. Work something out."

Shari nodded.

"You haven't done anything….illegal lately, have you? Something I haven't heard about?"

"Not in…three or four months," she admitted reluctantly.

"What was that?"

"I…..borrowed a car to get to Drew's when I heard he was dying. Mine broke down, and I…. I was in a hurry."

"That's all?"

"Grand theft," Shari said somberly as she stared back at Kim now. "Trust me. It's enough."

"Well…. I won't excuse it, but….. I know you were….."

Shari smiled sadly at her. "You still just can't help wanting to save everyone, can you?"

Kim only sighed as she kept driving, leaving the neighborhood, and Go City behind.

KP

Betty Director, senior agent, and head of Global Justice stared at the two women in her office.

The redhead had come to her with an incredible story. Her provisional agent was one of the best, if more than a bit unorthodox. Still, the story that she presented, even with her friend Wade's reassurances, was beyond extraordinary.

That the woman sitting next to her just nodded, and said nothing, not even making one little usual insult, made her all the more thoughtful.

"What happened to Lipski," she asked, astonished her own people had yet to even hear of his illness. Let alone his death.

"Cancer. It….pretty much gutted him at the end," Shari told her quietly. "I guess all those weird experiments….."

She shook her head, and looked down.

"And the clinic where the hibernation equipment was found? It's still there?"

"Wade has it all locked down while he reverse engineers it to ensure that there aren't any other unforeseen dangers or complications facing either of them," Kim told her. "We were going to bring your people in to clean it up, but after his discovery, you can see why Wade wanted to keep things in place until he finished his own assessments. You can, of course, ask him about that whenever you want."

Betty knew all about Wade, and his new company formed with Kim's brothers. The tech firm had already marketed some of the most astonishing technological advances even she had ever seen. The three young men were virtually billionaires already, but all of them still worked with Kim at a moment's notice if she called.

Yet another reason to keep the woman she considered a protégé connected to her.

"What of the other equipment? The…..chronal accelerator, and the memory scanner?"

"We didn't find them," Kim admitted. "But it looked like a lot of the clinic had been gutted a long time ago before the lab was sealed up. There is also the possibility that Drew had other storehouses even he had forgotten about from what Shari told us."

"That's…..actually more than possible," Shari admitted as the senior agent's good eye glanced her way, questioning her without a word. "He was forever doing things, and then forgetting about them the next instant."

"It might behoove us to find that technology. If only to ensure it was never….misused again. But if you were…..programmed for evil, Shego….."

"Shari," she said quietly. "Mom is the real Shego. The only Shego," she said softly.

"Fair enough. The question stands, however. If you were programmed, why change now?"

"Because, obviously, like everything else, his programming wasn't that good. Yeah, I liked being a bad girl, but I did it in my own way. I had my own mind. I was…."

"Stubborn?"

Shari glanced at Kim.

"Willful?"

"Kim…."

"Obstinate?"

"You can stop helping me," she sighed indignantly.

"What? I'm only saying what we all know. Drew could have told you the sky was blue, and you would have….."

"Okay. Okay. I was a little…..headstrong."

"A little," Kim smiled, trying to ease the tension in the room.

Betty, knowing both women, understood exactly what Kimberly was doing.

"If it helps, I knew your…..mother, from the start. It sounds like you obviously more than take after her. That's why I was so easily duped by your….change, too. It was fitting with her usual temperament."

"I guess," Shari murmured. "But…. You'll clear her name now? Shego…. The real Shego, won't be…..wanted?"

Both women stared hard at Betty, and the woman studied them both.

"It is a curious situation. Still, I think we can clear your mother. After you answer me one question."

"All right," Shari nodded.

"Four nights ago, at a roadside rest area in Nevada, nineteen bikers were found with various injuries that required hospitalization. Witnesses said a woman with glowing green fists attacked them. You?"

"Yes," Shari said without hesitation.

"Is that right?"

"Yes," Shari nodded firmly when Kim looked at her with a frown.

"So, the report of a severely burned arch rival of your family would be you, too?"

Shari started to nod.

"Don't bother, Shari," she said. "My people already know it was her. Just as we know you were in Upperton the entire time after Kimberly dragged you out of the gutter."

"You can't blame her," Shari said without bothering to hide the green blush that stained her cheeks at hearing she knew about her near collapse.

Well, complete collapse, if she was honest. Nothing near about it.

"I know all about the affects of long-term hibernation. I'm not blaming your…..mother. But she obviously needs help."

"She's getting it," Kim broke in before Betty could suggest what she knew was coming. "Ron," she said flatly, "Agreed to take care of her."

Betty leaned back in her chair, and eyed Kim this time.

Yamanouchi was a sore point between them, and Kim knew it. She would love to have the monkey ninja on her payroll. She would love to have Ron back in her hands. Only Kim knew that Ron had made his decision, and even before they split, he had chosen a path she couldn't follow. One that put him at odds with people like her sometimes boss, and somewhat friend and ally.

"I see."

"As you said, ma'am," Kim told her confidently. "The young woman needed help. Not accusations, or more testing that wouldn't….."

"I agree," Betty surprised her. "You did the right thing. Stoppable, and his….friends are likely her best chance at this point. I expect you will keep me informed?"

"Of course," Kim said quickly, genuinely surprised that Betty had let that go so easily.

"Which, naturally, leaves only you. Shari," she said as she leaned forward, steepling her fingers as she eyed the green-skinned woman.

Kim cringed, wondering what was coming, but Shari just sat and stared back without any animosity in those usually bright eyes.

It was as if she were giving up again.

"You can't just lock her up," she blurted out.

"No," Betty asked.

"She needs help, too," Kim argued as Betty eyed her blandly. "Not a cage. What happened was hardly her fault, and…."

"By your earlier arguments, it was her fault. You have a problem with consistency, Kimberly."

"It's just…."

"She really thinks she can save everyone," Shari remarked quietly, not much hope in her voice now. "Didn't you realize that by now?"

"Of course I do," Betty said, looking back to Shari. "Her idealism is part of what makes her so effective. You, however, do not suffer that…..trait."

"No," Shari agreed. "Never did. In any life."

"Indeed. I can save your mother's reputation, Shari. But I need a few things from you."

"Anything," she nodded. "Name it. I already promised to cooperate. My word….."

"I know. You are almost perverse in regard to that twisted honor of yours."

"What do you need," Kim asked uneasily when Betty just sat and smirked at the green-skinned woman.

"Three things. If she proves herself, I might….. Might….. Be able to get her another conditional pardon. Considering how she snubbed the last one, however, that remains a long shot."

"Pardon, or not, just tell me what you need to clear my mother's name," Shari asked after she shared a long look with Kim.

"First, reparations. I want you to turn in every one of your stolen troves. Every dollar. Every jewel. Everything. If you bought anything with stolen money, I want that turned in, too."

"Done," she said without hesitation.

"We will see. Secondly. I want a full confession. From the moment you started with Lipski, to the moment you chose to try to kill yourself with a bottle. I want to know every crime you've committed, and for whom. I don't care if it was jaywalking, I want to know about it. Understand?"

"I can do that," Shari nodded.

"Good."

"And third," Kim asked quietly when Shari didn't.

Betty gave her a faint smile, then looked back at the woman who sat with her head bowed just then, saying nothing. "Third, since we still don't have a cell that would hold you even if we wanted, you'll stay in the personal custody of a special agent until this matter is settled one way, or the other. You will not try to escape. Elude them. Or argue with any decision made concerning your person, care, or stay. If you do, I will reinstate a full bolo on you with a shoot-to- kill order. Understand?"

"All right. So, where do I go?"

"That is up to your new temporary guardian. Agent Possible, your new assignment is to keep an eye on Shari Gordeaux, and ensure she doesn't change her mind, and try to run off. You will also aid, and/or encourage her in the completion of the first two terms of her plea bargain. I cannot negotiate with the other agencies still hunting her until I have those concessions in hand, so don't dawdle," she told both of them.

"That's all," Shari frowned.

"You want more conditions?"

"I expected more," she admitted.

"And there may be more before all the negotiations with the other agencies and nations are finished. We'll see how earnest you are about reforming yourself, then."

"I said I would cooperate."

"We'll see. You should know we already have a very detailed list of most of your crimes, so I look forward to seeing how they tally."

"I'll bet you don't know one," Shari asked, still holding just a degree of pride as she allowed a faint smile.

"Oh?"

"I have the Crown Jewels."

"I know," Betty surprised her. "The Queen chose not to publicize their theft for personal reasons, but we know you have them. Just not where," she admitted.

"Tell them to pull up the display case where the fakes are stored. I stashed them underneath."

Betty stared at her. Hard.

"Let me get this straight. You stole the original Crown Jewels, then hid them underneath their own display case?"

"Last place anyone would think to look," she shrugged.

"Scotland Yard is going to love this one," she said, scribbling something on a tablet. "May I know why you bothered at all?"

"I was bored. I wanted to prove I could do something….."

"Crazy," Kim suggested.

"Not the word I would use," Shari sighed.

"I would," Betty nodded. "Get out of here. And I shouldn't need to add that you had better keep that nose clean as of now, woman. And I mean squeaky!"

"I think she likes you," Kim said as they quickly left the office, both of them surprised they had gotten out without far worse happening.

"She could have nailed you for harboring me," Shari frowned.

"Instead, she made sure I continued to harbor you," Kim teased. "Seriously, are you going to be okay now?"

Shari stared at her, drew a deep breath, and slowly nodded as they waited to cross the street to her waiting car. More than a few people eyed them as they walked across the open street together, both of them well known to most of the civilized world. "Funny, but…. I think I am, Kim," she told her as they approached her car after the light turned. "You think mom will appreciate what I'm doing for her?"

"I know she will," Kim reassured her as three uniformed GJ agents appeared just then, heading for the main doors, and then froze as they saw the pair.

"Possible," one of them known to her shouted. "Are you….?"

"Stand down, Dash. Shari is with me. I'm sure Dr. D will brief you, but….Shego is now retired."

"Shari," Dash echoed in confusion.

"Dr…..D," another agent tried not to frown as Shari echoed the same thing, giving her a curious glance.

"It slipped out, okay," Kim sputtered for her.

She opened the doors, climbed in with Shari, and reached for the ignition.

"Can you really remember everything you've ever done? Or stolen," Kim asked her as they pulled away from the curb.

"I took a note from Hego's book a while back. I wrote down everything in a coded journal so I could…."

"Gloat?"

"Remember. When I started forgetting where I was putting my passwords to certain legit accounts, I knew I didn't want to end up like Dr. D, my Dr. D, and forgetting half of what I had stashed where."

"Smart."

"I thought so."

"So, all you need is your….journal?"

"Yeah. It's…..at Drew's house. Last place anyone would think to look," she said with a shrug when Kim gave her a startled look.

"That goes without saying. Do you want to go after it now?"

"Might as well," Shari sighed. "I should warn you, though. Since Drew died, his mom has really gotten loopier than ever. Even Ed won't visit her anymore."

"That bad?"

"Worse. Just….don't say anything. Okay? Let me lead."

"Sure," she said, knowing where Drew's mother lived, having had a few 'encounters' with the man and his family over the years.

To Be Continued…..