I'm No Genie- Chapter Six

Rating: M

Pairing: KiGo, Mo/Rach

A/N: Ok, I'm starting to get another Idea, mostly for Mo and Rach, but it ties into this story. I'm not sure if I'm gonna write it or not though. Plus, another one came to mind about just them, with Kim and Shego as the side pairing... Think anyone might read it? Well, you get to see Rachel, and part of this chapter is even in her POV. So yeah...

Don't own the show. Pointless to sue, don't got money.

Enjoy! ^^

The trip back was as uneventful as the trip to Germany. I spent the whole plane ride back reading the book I found. It was so confusing, I had asked Shego about it this morning, but she was as perplexed as I was about it. I told her about the symbol on my hand from her healing, the ring, the note, and the strange vision we had while in the basement of that castle. Because of it she opted that we just go home instead of trying to go diving to find the island she lived on. Mo was all for it, and spent the three hours before our flight shopping... Which I paid for.

I swear; I'm buying a damn collar and leash for her next time I get the chance. My job pays well, and I can spoil my friends if I want to, and apparently she wanted an early birthday present. I'm not really complaining though. I love to see the happy smile plastered to her face. It's the main reason why I spend so much money on her. I told her about my plan to pay for her to get some training, and she was fine with it as long as I helped her practice. I needed that just as much as her so I agreed without thought.

We're on our way to her house to drop her off now. We decided to relax for a few days before we go and find Rachel. All of us are hoping that she can help us with the things we found and also with Shego.

I don't know why, but I can feel that Shego's starting to get really restless. She had told me before that she can't sleep, and once she has her body back she plans to sleep for a few months at the minimum. I couldn't help but laugh when she told me that, I knew how she felt, sometimes I went weeks, maybe a month without sleep because of all that I do. I had another dream about her past last night, and like the ones before she was there.

It was one of the weirdest ones I've had, and she even seemed to be confused by it. We had been standing in an open field, and watched how her mother and father embraced. Now, that wasn't what threw us off. Shego had told me about how her father had a rare moment of neediness and would hug her mother for no real reason. But the one in the dream had wings attached to his back. Her mother didn't seem to even know they were there, and we had to turn away when her father started to... Um... Well, you know. I don't think I can bring myself to say the word only because it's about Shego's mother. The dream went forward and replayed the day Shego was born, and I'm not sure if it was indeed forward in time, or backwards in time.

We didn't talk about it when I woke up, just chalked it up to the fates playing tricks on us. I found out that Shego was indeed the one who was humming, but when I asked she brushed it off as if it was nothing of importance. Either way I was grateful that she did that for me.

My thoughts stop when we pull up to Monique's condo. I parked outside hers and helped her get her things inside. I know precisely what she wants to speed the next two days doing, and I'm out of there as fast as I can. Otherwise she'll drag me into being her dress up doll.

"You make it sound so fun Pumpkin."

"Oh hush. Don't stay around her to long when you get your body back. She'll get you to do the same."

It wasn't till after I said that sentence that I felt the tension fill the car. It was only there for a second, but it was there none the less.

"Please. Unless she can do your puppy dog pout, she's not going to win me over."

A smirk forms and I laugh at her words as I pull back into traffic and head home.

"So I can win you over with the pout?"

"No comment. Who taught you that anyway?"

"No one. My mom can do it, so can I. My dad says it's genetic."

She laughed at the comment and we fell into a comfortable silence. I pulled into my driveway and unloaded my car. I had a nice one story, four bedroom house that suited my needs just fine. It was simple, not much to it, but it was home and I loved it.

The master bedroom was mine, the room next to it was my office, the one next to that was my personal gym and the last one was a guest room. I had a decent kitchen that I never really used. I'm an ok cook, but I still feel as if I'll blow up the house if I cook too much. I usually have subway or go to a nice restaurant and try and to eat well. I have a front room with two recliners and a love seat, and the family room had my nice TV and three in one couch that form an L.

I un-packed my stuff from the trunk and placed it all in the front room. I'll put it all away later; I just wanted to relax for this moment it time. I fell onto the larger part of my couch and snuggled back against a pillow I had placed in the corner. The moment I was relaxed, Shego started humming, and it didn't take me long to fall asleep.

I smiled at the blonde woman in front of me; the bar was packed, people pushing to get up to me and order drinks, but she was different. The moment she walked in the door, everyone had parted to let her through. Now she sat on a stool in front of me, a grin plastered to her face.

"Heya Rach. Usual please."

"Coming right up." I said, grabbing one of my mixing cups. She was one of the rare ones who liked a lot of different things. So I walked down the bar and poured an inch worth of all my sweet and fruity flavored alcohol into the cup before shaking it. I had tried it once before, but the taste had made me gag. I don't get how it tastes so sweet to her, but then again, Angels had different taste buds then Immortals.

"Here Chica."

She smiled at me and took a nice amount of it. I couldn't help but chuckle at the sight. She was a small woman, looked frail, but she was anything but. She could kick my ass if she wanted too and we both knew it.

"New assignment." She murmured, too low for anyone to hear. She put down some bills for the drink, which was a ruse, considering her drinks were on the house. She only did it though because there was a slip of paper under the money for me.

I nodded and took it, slipping the paper into my back pocket without anyone seeing. I went about getting other costumers orders, but kept an eye on her while she was here. Angel's were very a territorial race and her husband would kill me if something happened to her.

Needless to say, she left shortly after finishing her drink. I had to force myself not to laugh at how the crowd parted to let her through again, it was a funny sight to see. I straightened up and waited for what I knew was going to happen after she left.

"Who was that?"

"You got her number?"

"Can you hook me up?"

I smirked at the men who came here every night and shook my head at them, "Sorry fella's. She's already taken."

"What about the others that come through here?"

I shook my head again. Yes, other Angel's and immortals came through here, but most of them were taken, or just didn't like men in general. It's not surprising with our past and all, but it's still funny as hell to watch the men flaunt over the women as they come and go.

They all tried to order the drink she had, which is another usual in this place, but I just mixed a normal drink that had the same color and gave it to them. I'm not sure if they know that it's not really what she drank, but they don't comment as they walk away with a wounded look. I ignored them and went back to work, talking to random people as I gave them drinks. I loved this job. I have worked in this bar for well over a few hundred years. The owner of it at the time had found out about who and what I was. He had even gone so far as to fire me, until I saved him from being killed one night.

He had looked at me then, as the wounds on my shoulder and arm bleed, and said a simple thank you. I had only smiled at him and turned around, leaving him next to his house. The next day he had found me and given me my job back. At the time I was pretending to be male as it wasn't really allowed for women to be out of their houses. When he had found that out as well, he seemed to take it well and had given the bar to me when he died.

I still bare the two scars from that night I saved him. The first was a small little jagged cut that showed on the front of my left shoulder, it's easy to see when I wear a tank top. The other scar was down the inside of my forearm on the same arm. I could have healed them with ease, but I had left them as a reminder to myself of that night.

"Hey Rach."

My train of thought broke and I smiled at Sami. She was a regular here; she had first come in about a year ago after she had broken up with her boyfriend. She was one of the rare people who knew what I really was, mostly because of the Guardian that I had assigned to her that first night she had come in here.

"Hey Sam, usual?"

She nodded and I gave her the Smirnoff that she liked. I stocked this place with every type of beverage in the world. It was the same drink I had given her the night she came in here. She had been a week away from her twenty-first birthday and had asked for the strongest, non-alcoholic drink I had. I had taken pity on her and gave her that instead. Ever since she has come in here once a week to see how I'm doing at to see if I needed her help.

She went into a rant about how work was boring as usual and how she wished I could hire her full time to help me with the younger's, but all that she was saying fell on deaf ears the moment a redhead and a mocha colored brunette walked in. I froze at the sight of Shego's necklace around the redhead neck, and when I looked at her friend, I felt my heart stop as one word ran through my head...

Mine.

I tried as hard as I could to fight the urge to take her into my arms and claim her. Dear merciful gods!

"Hello. I'm Kim. This is Monique. Can we have a word with you?"

I nodded, though my mind was centered on Monique... That was a nice name, and I loved how it sounded.

Our two day rest was over, and we were heading to the bar Rachel worked at. Mo had been flying off the handle about the new outfit she had come up with and was trying to get me to wear it for her. She was really cheerful about it, but there was no way in hell I was going to wear it. I had played dress up with her one too many times.

"Oh, come on Princess... What if I want to see you in her outfit? Would you do it then?"

Not in your life. I refuse to look in the mirror if I have to wear something of hers again. I love her fashion sense, but I am not a human doll.

"Oh, Pumpkin... Please? Humor me?"

Not a chance green lady.

"Ouch. Now that one hurt."

I smirked at the fake hurt tone she used and turned on the street that the bar was on. It had been a six hour drive, and my legs were dying to stretch. I parked down a ways and we walked up to the door. We showed our ID's and the man at the door let us in. True to what Wade had found, Rachel was behind the bar and listening to a woman as she talked about her day.

The place had that old time feel to it, and even had an old jutbox set up in the corner. There were people dancing to the song that was playing. There were others we sat at the booths or the bar it self drinking. We walked up and I told Rachel who we were. I knew she wasn't really listening to me, I had seen how she looked at Mo.

"She's hooked."

What?

"She wants her. You can tell by the way she looks at her. Instinct is telling her to claim Monique."

Oh, that's just lovely.

"At least she's trying to hold back. Now hand me over to her. Please? I need to talk to her for a minute."

I did as asked and handed her over. Mo and I sat down on the stools next to the redhead who had been speaking to her. She gave us a friendly smile before going back to her drink. I watched Rachel the whole time she had Shego in her hand. She had a sad smile on her face and she gazed at the necklace as if wishing she was the one in there instead. When she looked up at me suddenly, I saw her smile turn into a grin, and I had to wonder what Shego had said to her. Hopefully it wasn't something bad.

"Here you go. She wants you again." She said, holding the necklace out to me. I took it back and placed it around my neck.

"She said she would help, but we have to wait till the bar closes. She says she has an idea as to what the ring can do, but she's as baffled as we are about the book and the vision."

What did you tell her that made her grin?

"Nothing much, just how you found me."

Riiight. I so believe that Saiem.

"Oi. Bite me then, Kimmie-cub."

I snickered at that and went back to looking around the bar. I heard Mo and Rachel start a conversation, and I couldn't help the laugh that came loose when Mo started talking about fashion. By the sound of it, Rachel didn't really know what to say and was responding as much.

"Watch out. She'll make you model for her next." I stated, turning back around to face them.

Rachel blushed and looked away as Mo frowned at me.

"You know Girl. I was working up to that. She would look good as a model, no?"

I chuckled and looked at Rachel, "Yeah Mo, she would... Though I think she would blush too much if she was on a runway."

Rachel blushed even more and started coughing. We broke out into laughter at the sight and continued on as she glared at us playfully. If we were gonna be here all night and waiting for the place to close, might as well have fun, right?

My talk with Rachel had been too short for my liking, but I didn't want to be away from Kim for too long. I had told her about the ring, the vision Kim and Monique had, the book, and even the mark I had somehow left on Kimmie when I had healed her. I even mentioned that Kimmie had been having dreams about my past.

She told me that she could help with the ring, try and help with the book and the others. But she was just as confused as I was about the dreams. I knew she had smirked when I had told her about my shifting feelings for Princess, and I knew then that I had to stop talking to her.

I stayed quiet after the short talk I had with Kimmie and just listened to the conversation Rachel and Monique were having. I hope they can make some fun of her, any type of teasing made her laugh, and by the feelings she was giving off when we talked, she needed some laughter in her life.

After a while, I couldn't help adding my own little jokes at her, and when Kim repeated them, I could hold in the laughter as Rachel looked wide eyed and desperate to be somewhere else. Oh, this was going to be so much fun.

A/N: So yeah... Um... Hi? I don't know...

Hope you enjoyed. ^^