I'm No Genie- Chapter Sixteen

Rating: M

Pairing: KiGo, Mo/Rach

A/N: This is the end, everybody. There WILL be a sequel, don't doubt that, but I'll be taking a small break from writing so I can clear my head. I'll be back before the end of the year, so don't worry too much. I'm not sure if I'll end this story with a cliff hanger or not, but beware anyway.

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

Enjoy. ^^

I stood in the empty space of my bar, watching Monique pace back and forth, muttering about how she wanted to kill Saiem. It had been a few weeks since Sai had gotten her body back, and she has yet to stop the repairs on her mothers home, or on the rules her 'father' had set up for both clans.

After patching Saiem up that night, I had gone straight to Monique. I waited till we had Kim tucked in at her house, and were back at Monique's; before explaining everything to her. I told her that Sai needed time, how she hoped that Kim would still feel the same when she was done; and how she would come back.

Monique had frowned, growled, and nearly demanded that I take her to Sai; but had calmed down after a few well placed touches.

"Why does she have to do this? Can't she feel how depressed Kim is? Dammit!"

Another thing, the only time Kim will set foot out of her house is when she has a mission, or Monique drags her out. She has come into her powers nicely, and, though she's still working on her distance when it comes to Flashing, she is better then most that I have met over the years. On another note, I talked to Sai, and she has been feeling Kim's emotions, and it's been killing her inside. Especially knowing that she was the one that caused them in the first place.

Sai also told me that she's been having dreams about Kim's past, as well as her own, but she isn't able to join her, like when she was in the necklace. Based on my own sleeping habits (New of course), I can be with Monique in dreams as long as I'm laying next to her at night. So, if anything, it's really the distance between them that is causing that problem.

"I swear to god, she better hurry up or I will track her down and beet the living crap out of her."

I couldn't help the sigh that left my lips as I walked over to my raging girlfriend and pulled her into my arms, stopping her insane pacing. I rubbed her back and nuzzled into her neck, knowing that it would calm her down, even if only a little bit.

"Shh, Love. Give her time." I murmured,

"I know. But the more time she wastes, the more Kim collapses in on herself. I don't want that."

"And neither do I, or Sai."

I felt Monique sigh and wrap her arms tightly around my waist, "Can we go some where? Get away for a while?"

I smiled slightly and placed a kiss on her neck.

"Yes love, anything you want."

Just so you readers know, I fully admit to being at this woman's beck and call.

Ok, time to report in again. Yeah, I know, you probably don't like this, but I thought you should know, alright?

The Wego's and I had to beet the crap out of Saiem over the weekend. I had gone to check on her, you know, to see how she was doing. She was trying to get out of the mansion and the twins were trying to hold her back. It took us nearly an hour, and several broken bones, to get her to stop. Once we were all calm, I asked her what had made her try and leave. Her answer was that she felt Kim get hurt, and even had the scar down her arm to prove it.

Their connection is getting stronger, and though it's been nearly six months since Saiem's release, she has yet to finish everything she needs done. It's really starting to mess with both of them.

Monique hadn't told Kim about Saiem coming back, and it's been eating away at her. Actually, it's been eating away at both of us. She doesn't like having to watch Kim work herself to death. The hero barely eats anything now, usually only enough to keep her powers working. They've also started to go on Digs again, and though Kim makes sure not to destroy anything they find, she isn't taking that much care of herself.

The same is going on with Saiem. It's gotten to the point where I have to come over every other day just to make sure she hasn't gone insane, gets enough food and rest, and hasn't hurt herself physically. I have to spend most of my time talking with her about the dreams she has. They still can't see each other while sleeping, and it's been killing Sai slowly. As of now, they know everything, and I mean everything, about each other.

To ease a question you might have, I had to stop Saiem from slaughtering all of Kim's ex's for leaving her with the stupid excuse that they never have time to themselves. She was ragging for nearly a week after she had those dreams. Had it not been during this whole situation, I would have found it humorous. Saiem is rather protective of what she considers hers, if you haven't already noticed, and though she knows that there is a chance Kim won't return her feelings after a time, she still acts like this.

My relationship with Monique has been great so far, a bit strained here and there; mostly because of what's happening, but that's rather expected. Just like Sai and Kim, Mo and I know everything about each other. She knew how I felt about all of this, how I felt guilty for putting Sai, and Kim as well, into this situation. I know that Sai's 'dad' was the reason behind all of this, but had I not fallen for his trap, Sai would have never taken my place. Just like how I know Monique feels as if she could have done something, anything, but she doesn't know what. It's been scary, and it's wearing us out, but we've been trying to do our best, if not for us; then for our friends.

I guess it all just takes time, even though time is running out for Kim and Saiem.

Egypt is rather hot, I have to say. But then again, its suppose to be, huh?

I've been standing in front of the pyramid that I found Shego's necklace in. I've been neglecting, and stalling, to go in. I had decided that I was going to put the necklace back. I've been wearing it for the past year, hoping by some small miracle that she would come back, either to get it, or to see me. Apparently, she...

Yeah, I'm not even gonna think about that.

I take my time venturing into the pyramid, down to the level where I found Shego a year ago. It was still destroyed, but then again no one really knows that it had happened in the first place. I walked over to the spot were I had almost died. I was pulled back into that memory for a few moments, wondering why I had let myself take such a huge risk. I knew, from the beginning, that taking this job would change my life; but I never guessed it would lead me to discovering that I was a Fallen Angel. Or that I would fall in love with an Immortal being.

Yeah, so I went from normal, or well, as normal as I can be; to something that shouldn't technically exist. I had learned how to master all of my powers, and Rachel had even been kind enough to ask one of her friends to help me if I needed it.

My life has gone to hell. I mean, I fall for a woman who might not even care about me. I help her break free of a curse placed on her by her father. Who really isn't her father to begin with. Yeah, in a weird little twist, her real father was actually a Fallen Angel named Jaies. I helped her find Rachel, her home, and the spell to set her free. Then, well, that's where it all goes down hill.

That day, almost a year ago, I had spent crying my heart out after she had gone. When she was in the necklace, I could feel her, not so much physically as it was just knowing she was there, that she was watching out for me. The next few weeks weren't any better. I spent most of my time locked up in my house. The only time I left was when Monique forced me, or Wade called up about a mission. He had asked me, the first time he called after that day, what was wrong. He could tell I had been crying, and he was concerned. I had told him the bare minimum and he had excepted it without arguing. Something I was internally grateful for. Ron and Yori had come back a few weeks ago, and I had given them the same run down.

I hadn't wanted to at first. But Ron, in all his goofiness, had stumbled upon me standing in my bathroom, just staring off into the mirror. He had asked, but when I didn't say anything, he let it slide. A few days later I told them, so that if they found me in a state like that again, they would understand; for the most part, what was wrong.

Needless to say, he had threatened to kick her ass for leaving how she did. But I had told him I didn't expect an answer from her in the first place. Had I been better emotionally, I probably would have found it down right hilarious to see him play the protective older brother role.

As time went on, though, it had gotten a little easier. I could at least think about her now without breaking down into tears. I know for a fact my feelings haven't changed, and I know they never would. Rachel had explained the whole soul mate thing to me. How our souls would call out to each other after we met, though it was our choice whether or not to follow the feeling, whether or not to fall in love. She had said that most women chose to ignore it, because they didn't want to be held down again. To some, it reminded them of the time they were slaves, and that only a hand full of the ones that followed it were happy. After hearing that, any hate I could have felt for what Shego did left, if she followed The Calling, and didn't feel happy, then I would hate myself. I only wanted her to be happy, after all.

The only time I'm able to relax is when I'm sleeping. I know it might sound strange, but I'm happy that I get to dream of Shego, even if it's about her getting tortured or something. I mean, I want to kill the people who hurt her, but I'm happy because it's the only way I get to see her now. She hasn't shown up in my dreams like she use to, and though I wish she did, I think it's for the best in the long run. I can go on hoping and praying without her breaking my heart.

I had brought up that topic with Monique once, on one of our jobs. She had been having dreams about Rachel, and had explained that as long as they shared a bed they were both present for any dream they had. Rachel thought that it was because of our distance that we didn't see each other in the dreams. Yeah, I know she's been talking to Shego, but I'm grateful she hasn't mentioned her. Neither has Monique. I would ask about her, but I don't think I have the courage to find out what she's doing with her life now.

The sound of foot steps behind me brings me out of my musing. I'm tempted to look back and see who it is, but decide that I don't really care. I can take care of myself if I need to, so I would be fine in the long run.

"I lied."

The sound of her voice brings tears to my eyes, and now I don't look back because I don't want it to be a dream of any sort.

It had taken me a year. A whole fucking year to fix what my 'father' had done. My mother's home was restored, and my little brothers now owned their home. I had gone through all the rules made for my clans, and reworked them to were it was fair for every one. It's sad how everyone else can move forward after women were set free, but my dad couldn't move past it all. He had made it to were only the men had any say in anything, though women were allowed some right; as few as they were.

I can't say I feel sorry for killing him before ,or after, I saw all the damage he did to my mother's clan. I'm just happy that I was able to fix it. I might be a bitch most of the time, but restoring my mom's clan was the least I could do to let her know I remembered all she did for me. I know that might sound strange coming from me, but whatever.

Rachel had been checking on me constantly over the year, stopping me several times from leaving and finding Kim. It was killing me inside, knowing that she thought I hated her, when it was the farthest from the truth.

Every dream, every ounce of pain I felt that was hers, made me love her more. I know at the beginning I was reluctant to follow through with what my heart and soul told me to do, but now I can't picture my life without her. I want that dream to come true. I want to be able to sit and watch the sunset with her, maybe with our daughter too. I know that it's only one of several possibilities, but I still can't help but pray for it.

The only thing that's been keeping me going was my feelings for Kim. I've been working like crazy so that I could get back to her, but even working myself close to death, it still took a whole year to finish.

Yeah, I know, I said that already.

I followed her here. To the place where we had first met. I wanted to get to her at her home, but when I had gotten there, she had already left. Rachel had informed me that she was going back her to put my necklace back. She had told me her reasoning behind it, and I had felt my heart give a painful beat in protest. I didn't want Kim moving on, I didn't want her to give up on me.

I followed behind her silently, making sure she couldn't hear me. I watched her as she stared off into space, standing where I had stopped time. It was then that I made sound as I moved, hoping to snap her back into reality if she was daydreaming.

She didn't turn to look at me, though I know she heard me.

"I lied."

I watched her shoulders slump slightly as I said those words. She continued to stare in front of her as I stood behind her.

"W-What did you lie about?"

Her voice was breaking on the words, and I knew she was crying.

"When this all started. You asked me if there was anything I couldn't do. I told you I couldn't grant wishes. Well, I lied." I murmured, loud enough for her to hear, "There is one wish I can grant... If, of course, you want me to grant it."

She turned slowly, letting me see the tears that she was trying to hold back, "And what... What is it that you can grant me?"

"You told me you loved me. And if you still feel that way, I can grant you the one thing you wish for. Me."

Anger flashed through her eyes for a second, then it faded away, "Why? I... Don't expect you to love me, and..."

I walked up and placed my hand over her mouth, smiling slightly, "I know you don't expect me to return the feelings. I know you only want me to be happy. You're too nice for your own good. You always put others before yourself. I know you Kim. And, if you still love me, I..." I faltered slightly, blushing, "I want to be with you. I'm not doing this only to repay you. I want you Kim. With all of my heart and soul, I want you."

Her tears spilled down her cheeks and before I could ask why, she had her head buried in my chest, openly weeping into it. I held her close, running my hand through her hair and murmuring that I loved her. It took a while for her to calm down, and when she did, she pulled back and leaned up; kissing me deeply on the lips. I kissed her back with everything I had; it wasn't a soft kiss, we both needed this solid contact, and this was the only way to get it at the moment.

When she pulled back, we were both panting heavily, staring at each other. I smiled slightly and stroked her cheek, happy that I could finally feel her skin. She nuzzled into my hand with a content sigh, and smiled back at me.

"I love you, Shego."

"Saiem."

She looked confused, "You don't like that name."

"No, I don't. But just like Rachel, you have wormed your way into my heart, you can call me anything you want. My real name included."

I think my heart did back flips when I saw the happy smile spread across her face.

We fell onto my bed, hands roaming, tongues dueling, clothes disappearing.

Saiem had Flashed us back to my house after she had convinced me to keep her necklace. She had told me that she would find away to make it connect us together, but no matter what, she wanted me to always have it. I was willing to keep it and kissed her. I'm allowed to do that now, kiss her; I mean. It was just as deep, and long, as the first; and before we could pull away she Flashed us here. She had pinned me against the front door, devouring my mouth with her tongue, exploring all she could reach.

I had switched us around, pinning her against the wall, letting my hands move under her shirt. It had moved back and forth as to who was against a wall as we worked our way into my bedroom, where she had discarded my shirt and toss me onto my bed before joining me, pushing her tongue back into my mouth. I couldn't stop the moan that came out as our naked bodies finally touched. I was finally able to feel her, and what I felt pressed up against me was heaven. All of her years of hard work had made her body perfection, like I had thought the first time I saw her.

We were fighting for dominance, though I know we didn't really care who won. I think she did, because before I had the chance to do it, she had her hand down my body and stroking over my clit, causing my moans to get louder. I don't know if she had done this before, I think maybe she has, she must have with the way she knows how to work my body. She knew just how to finger me, slow and soft that fades into hard and fast. She had finally been able to pull away from my mouth and had moved down to my breasts, sucking and licking at both.

I don't know how long I lasted, but when my release came, I felt my teeth sink into her neck. I'm not sure why I did it, but whether it was instinct or not, it felt like the right thing to do. She didn't stop, just let out a deep moan and told me to make her bleed. I think I did, because when I came to again, I tasted blood in my mouth and was greeted to the sight of her watching me, one hand stroking over my mark lazily. Before she could even utter a word, I had her pinned to my bed, my mouth moving slowly down her body.

I started off with her neck, licking at the blood still seeping out of the wounds I left. I moved down to the chest and took a nipple into my mouth, teasing it gently with my teeth and tongue before switching over to do the same to the other. I felt her nails dig into my back gently, trying to get me to move, but I stayed there for a good while, teasing her. When she moaned my name rather loudly, I slowly kissed my way down to her core. The first taste of her was heaven, and I don't think I stopped after her first, or second, release.

When I finally came back to my senses, I felt one of her hands in my hair, running through the strands lovingly. I moved back and licked my lips, trying to get as much of her taste as I could before moving up to lay next to her.

"I love you Kimmie."

I smiled and nuzzled into her neck, "I love you too."

Life, as I've come to realize, is a roller coaster of emotions, and at the end of it; you're either happy with how everything turned out, or sad at what you had missed out on. I'm only grateful that I got my 'happy ever after'.

A/N: And that concludes this story. I know, I know. You probably want me to write more, right? Well, don't worry. There will be a second story. This isn't the end.

Hope you all enjoyed. ^^