I'm No Genie- Chapter Eleven

Rating: M

Pairing: KiGo, Mo/Rach

A/N: Yo!

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

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"Ow! Damn it!" I whimpered, looking down at the pan I dropped on my foot.

I had woken up before Sai and Monique, and had decided to make some food. The pan dropping on my foot had been the forth thing to hurt me this morning. The first had been the corner of the night stand hitting my neck as I rolled out of the bed. It had woken me up fully, and I'm just grateful that Monique slept through it.

The second had been as I was walking out of the room. As I had shut the door, my pinkie toe was just close enough to get caught and pulled to the side. I had to bite my tongue to keep from yelping loudly from the pain.

The next had been as I passed the table in the kitchen. There's a piece of one side that had been banged enough times to leave a sharp little splinter. I had yet to fix it, and had completely spaced it as I ran my hand over that exact spot. Needless to say, the wood went right through the skin on the pad of my thumb. Blood had poured out of the wound for a few minutes as I carefully pulled out the splinter, though I think there's still some in there.

The last had been as I was reaching for the smallest pan I had. I have them hanging above the island so that I can get to them with ease. As I had pulled it down, the handle had bumped another one and caused it to drop dead center onto my foot.

Yeah... I'm having a very off morning.

"You know. I could always cook for you."

I turned to see Monique walking in, sitting on one of the stools I have set up on one side of the island.

"Then I wouldn't have to worry about eating food that has your blood in it."

I blushed deeply at that statement, "You saw that?"

"And the bang to your neck as well as the door almost taking out your pinkie toe."

I whimpered slightly and turned towards the stove, trying to hide my embarrassment. I heard Monique chuckle as I started making eggs.

Oh, please tell me Sai didn't hear any of this. Then I would never live it down.

I smiled slightly as I stood a distance away from the happy scene. It was the same one that Kimmie and I had seen. You know, the one with the two women and the small child watching the sunset? Yeah, I was back there again, and this time I was alone.

"Hey, Mama! Look!" The child said, pointing in my direction, "Doesn't she look lonely? Could we ask if she wants to join us?" She asked sweetly.

I looked around me, wondering who she was talking about.

"I'll go ask baby. Ok?"

"Yay!"

I watched in bewilderment as the taller of the two walked over to me. When she came closer I felt my heart stop at the sight of myself, if a few years older.

"I thought as much." She murmured, shaking her head, "You're not suppose to be seeing this, you know."

"Why am I then?" I asked, confusion lacing my voice.

"Honestly? I haven't a clue. But it might have something to do with Kimmie being a Fallen Angel, as well as a 'seer'."

"Wait... You're telling me Kimmie, little redheaded hero, is an Angel?"

"I said Fallen Angel. There's a major difference. Monique's one too."

I was seeing spots as I looked over the shoulder of my older self and saw the other two looking at us.

"They can't tell what you look like, so don't worry. Besides, this is only one of several futures that might happen."

"Can you explain what you mean?"

"Look at the books on Rachel's shelves. You'll figure it out then. Oh, say 'hi' to dad for me. Make it as sarcastic as you can too, please."

My head jerked back to look at myself as I heard the word 'father'. Before I could ask about it though, I felt Kim's body waking up.

I glanced around before jolting out of the room and over to the bookshelf. I heard a door opening but I ignored it as I scanned through all of them, finally finding one that looked promising. I plucked it from the shelf it was on and flipped through it, eventually seeing what I was looking for.

"'Fallen Angel: A term used to describe an Angel that isn't born from an Angel's body.'" I read aloud as I sat down on the couch, "'It is rare to see these beings, but every couple of generations one to ten are born. They could have Human's, or immortals as parents. When they reach a certain point in their life, their powers will unlock themselves. They are considered the strongest of all the races in the world. No one has yet to figure out how this particular race of beings have come to be in the world, but it is said that they are the final judgment of a person's life. If they want some one to continue to live, then that person will.'"

I flipped through a few more pages and stopped, "'Seer: A unique trait that is passed down through the females of certain blood lines. The males can carry the trait, but they cannot use the ability, if they have a daughter, the daughter receives the trait. Most can use it at their disposal while others will only ever have dreams about the past, present, and future. Note, though, that nothing is written in stone, and everything done in the present, or even the past, can change the future.'"

I closed the book as I saw Rachel come to stand in front of me. She handed me a plate of food, and though I didn't want it, I knew that I needed to eat it to make sure Kim's body stayed healthy. I set the book down and took the plate, my thoughts running a mile a minute through my head.

Oh, life just got so much more complicated.

The twins and Mego had left a few minutes ago and once the door shut, I started moving around, looking at the walls. It had taken some time, But I found out that if I thought about it hard enough, I could touch things. My body wasn't real, I could still see through my hand, but now I could pick things up.

I had just reached the farthest corner from the door when I felt myself go through something. I looked down to see a nicely sized desk. Papers were covering every inch, and there was a parchment sticking out of an open drawer. I carefully pulled it out and looked at it. There was directions on it explaining all the places to go in this house.

Hm... Time to be nosey, don't you agree?

I slowly followed the directions, moving about the house. I made sure not to let anyone who was awake see or hear me. It took me to her fathers room, where I found a small symbol etched onto a corner of the mirror in his bathroom. The next few directions were her brothers room's, and I found similar, though a little different from each other, symbols. Next place was the basement, where I found boxes carved into the wood of one wall. More symbols were in some of them, while the others were blank.

"Ok... So..."

"You shouldn't be up here."

I whirled around to see a shadowy figure standing in the corner. I backed up into the wall behind me to the point that I felt myself fazing through it.

"Don't worry. I'm not going to hurt you. I just want to help my daughter."

"Who are you?"

The person moved forward to show me a tall man that looked no older then twenty.

"I am Jaeis. I am Saiem's real father."

Um... Is it possible for a ghost like being to faint? Cause I think I just did.

A/N: So... I ask once again, anyone hate me?

I'm actually really happy at the moment. The chapter is a bit short, but I was able to update this story and three others, as well as post another one shot. So, yeah, my mind is a bit fried, but it was going a mile a minute. Hehe, just like Shego's had been, huh? Eh, if you had been in my house, you would have seen me moving between five different documents as I worked... Um, yeah, I'm rambling now so I'll stop.

Hope you enjoyed. ^^