Extra Onions
Author: The Humbug
Disclaimer: "Kim Possible" and all characters within © The Walt Disney Company and its related entities. Kim Possible created by Mark McCorkle & Bob Schooley. All rights reserved. No profit is being collected from the fiction contained within. The rest you can blame on me.
Rating: PG-13 for threats of combat violence and intimations of a physical relationship and intimate contact between consenting adult females, as well as one teenage pregnancy. This should also cover a little harsh language now and then. If this will offend you, please read something else and then seek some professional help.
Summary: This is a Kim/Shego pairing fan fiction set in my 'Who's Writing This Crap?' storyline. Kasy Ann and Sheki Go Possible are the creations of NoDrogs. This story was written for Evilcs and is posted with her permission; it was inspired by her and is her award for having captured a screenshot of my Deviant Art page at an amazing 15K page views! Congratulations!
Extra Onions / Two
No one in the waiting room would admit to having draped the blanket over Shego's body as she dozed on the couch, but at least the stares weren't hateful anymore. Not that she noticed; if word had spread back to the friends and family of her doting behavior in the delivery room, she couldn't care less. Shego had enough on her mind and the opinions of others didn't matter much. She stretched and sat upright, swinging her long legs down onto the floor…
"May we speak a moment?"
… and froze. The former villain hadn't been aware of anyone sitting beside her and it gave her a start; she could count on the fingers of one hand how few times she had ever been surprised in her entire life, and most of those had been by Kim. She turned to regard her visitor and smirked at the irony, feeling less embarrassed.
"It's a free country."
"So says the woman who apparently regards freedom to be of little value."
"Not true. My personal freedom is beyond value."
Dr. Anne Possible pursed her lips and crossed her legs; storm clouds were visible beneath that calm demeanor and the pale green woman decided that she had better watch her tone. Mrs. Dr. P sighed and started over.
"Kim's resting and I thought that we might share a word before she wakes up." The brain surgeon was the picture of maternal pride, tempered with professional control. "I expect that she'll want to see the babies right away. I suppose that you would, also."
"Y'think? Considering how fast they were jerked out of the room."
"It was abrupt. Sorry about that." Her expression was neutral but her tone betrayed regret. "Infants are usually allowed to lay with the mother for a much longer period, giving both the chance to bond." Regret was overridden by professionalism again. "The unusual circumstances of their conception, however, necessitated the immediate regimen of tests I'd prescribed."
Shego bridled at the images this evoked.
"I don't want them poked and prodded like lab rats!"
"We're not…"
"They're my children, too!"
"And they're my granddaughters!" Blue eyes flashed. "Do you think that I would allow anyone to handle those innocent lives with anything but the utmost care? We needed make sure that they're not suffering any sort of belated effects of radiation poisoning from the energies you carry in your body." The redhead glanced at the pale green woman as she might at something in a Petri dish. "You seem to have adapted well to whatever it was that gave you your powers, but we can't assume that they'd be immune." Anne's voice had gradually lowered, but no one was close enough to pay her any mind or they wisely decided to mind their own business.
"I would never let them be poked and prodded." She seemed to be in full control again. "Anyway, the boys wanted to see their sister so they went upstairs a while ago. If Kim's awake, I expect that she'll be down soon to see the girls."
Shego had nothing to say for a minute or two. This woman seated beside her was far too much like her Princess for comfort; the eyes were a sparkling blue instead of Kimmie's fiery emeralds and the healer was a few inches taller, but her slender form exuded the same force of will that the daughter inherited. If this person was anything like what Kim would grow into, Shego wondered if she could handle it.
"Comet."
"Excuse me?"
"It was a comet that gave me my powers."
"Oh." Anne thought about that. "Well, that would make for one amazing 'JAMA' article."
They both let the silence fill the space between them. Shego spoke first.
"What's the prognosis?"
"For…? Oh, the children." Realization dawned, the woman let herself relax and a smile slipped through. "All systems check out in the top ten percentile of what's expected for infants in the first day."
"You're sure?"
"So far, yes."
"Will they have my plasma powers?"
"That's something we can't know yet." Anne knew the questions of a concerned parent when she heard them, and she tempered her answers with soothing assurances. "They might… or they might not. Their power level could be weaker than yours, or they could be stronger. It's possible that they won't be able to emit plasma radiation like you at all." The redhead shrugged. "They may be immune to such radiation or exhibit abilities totally different from your own." The physician turned around to fully face this mysterious woman who had chosen to live with her daughter.
"Have you ever heard of hybrid vigor?"
"Yeah."
"That applies with all life where viable offspring exist." Those blue eyes pierced Shego. "Were you telling the truth during your medical interview about having a few special dietary requirements?"
"I was." The pale green woman groaned; there had been a barrage of questions when Shego's involvement in Kim's pregnancy had been confirmed. Every detail of her medical history had been documented in the event that there might be complications.
"Then I can give you the good news that pre-natal tests showed no such deficiencies in the children. It's probably something to do with the functions of your skin, the pseudo-albinism you have as a result of your exposure to that comet."
"That's… that's great." The information meant more to Shego than she thought that it could. It warmed her heart. "I would have preferred that they now get stuck with my glorious dead white skin and the dazzling algae highlights, though."
"Really?"
"I wouldn't have minded if they'd looked exactly like Pumpkin." She spoke the nickname without thinking and blushed a dusky bruised color when she realized what she'd done. Anne seemed content to ignore it.
"There's plenty of both of you represented in those little girls. When I first saw those little faces, I was immediately reminded of how Kim looked when she was born… but they have your coloring and little Sheki looks like she's going to have your hair." The woman frowned. "Whose idea was it to name them 'Kasy' and 'Sheki'?"
"It was either that or 'Cuff' and 'Link'." The only response she received was a blank look. Shego grinned to show that she was joking, because either the good doctor had never seen the film 'Rocky' or was too focused to get the obscure reference.
"You'd better ask your daughter."
"Ok." Anne shrugged. "I was just going to say that it can be rough not seeing something of yourself in your offspring. Kim looks mostly like me but the boys… my sons… look entirely like their father. Maybe I'm jealous, but I wouldn't have minded them sharing our traits more."
Shego nodded, not sure if there was a proper response to that. Now that they were obviously more at ease with each other, she opted to ask the question foremost on her mind.
"How's Kim?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, is she ok?"
"Well, no, she's just given birth. Of course she's not ok." Anne hadn't heard any overt sarcasm or attempt at wit in the former villain's tone so she waited for the next shoe to drop. It didn't, and the expression on the strange woman's face grew more concerned.
"You're serious?"
"I thought so, yeah."
"Well, then yes, Kim is ok."
"But you just said…"
"I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking." The physician reminded herself that all signs pointed to a true concern felt for her daughter by this person; she hadn't been prepared for so straightforward or unselfish a question. "I should have said that she's recovering just as expected for someone so young who's just birthed twins. Her health is perfect." Anne shrugged. "She's as strong as an ox, to tell the truth. She was a little underweight for her height in the early months of her pregnancy but there was a steady weight gain and plenty of exercise to keep her blood pressure stable."
"It was all I could do to make her take it easy."
"We all know that you took good care of her, and we are all grateful." The blue eyes could not be avoided Shego almost pulled away in shock when a slender pink hand tentatively rested across her own.
"So she'll be back to normal?"
"Normal?"
"Well, eventually?"
"That depends on what you mean by 'normal'." The healer tilted her head back and sighed. "All women bounce back differently after childbirth. Some slide downhill a little… or a lot… and some women return to state equal to or better than they were before. It totally depends on the individual." She turned a little more on her cushion. "It took me months before I accepted that I was as 'back to normal' as I would ever be, and I've been pregnant twice in my life, once with my own set of twins. I don't think that I fared too badly."
Shego didn't dare reply; the woman beside her was gorgeous. Again she thought about what her Princess might be like at this age.
"Then again, I was older than Kim when I carried her myself. Teenage pregnancy tends to rob many girls of their vitality, but I have faith in our Kimmie-cub."
"So much pain."
"Excuse me?"
"Seeing her like that," Shego spoke as if to herself. "Trussed up like that and screaming. It made me sick to watch but I couldn't look away." Green and black shoulders shivered. "I mean, I'd never have left her side, but…"
"… but you wanted to be anywhere else but there, right then, correct?"
Shego wrapped her arms around herself and nodded silently.
"The pain was Kim's choice. We discussed everything from a Cesarean section to either a spinal, epidural or combined anesthesia… and she wouldn't hear of it." Anne shook her head. "She was afraid of never healing right, of nerve damage or degradation of the muscle tissue or too much keloid scarring."
"Women get put under or cut open all the time to have babies. Did you tell her that?"
"So did."
"What'd she say?"
"Take a guess."
"'No big'?"
"Yep."
"That's our Prin… Kim."
"Yep."
"She won't accept being anything less than perfect."
"Nope."
Green locked with blue and they regarded each other as if through a thick plate glass window, or the bars of a cage. They came from such different backgrounds and held such diametrically opposed views that to see them sharing the same couch in the same room was something akin to miraculous. They also shared another commonality, however, in their love for a certain young woman.
"Listen." The doctor didn't get a reply, but the pale green woman looked receptive so she continued. "We know so little about you. All we really know is that you and Kim fought on a regular basis before this sitch occurred." She immediately held up her hands to fend off the reactive anger that her statement provoked. "And we all know that your aren't responsible for what happened to her, and everyone in the family knows how you've been devoted to her for months. John told me about the heart to heart talk you two had a few weeks ago and I know he trusts you."
The pale green woman heard an undertone of 'but' in there somewhere and didn't feel particularly surprised. This person beside her was The Mother of The Girl Who Could Do Anything, and every bit a force of nature in her own right. Had the sitch been reversed… Shego scowled inside at how easily she'd begun using Kimmie's ridiculous phrases… the villain might have been fighting THIS redhead instead.
All she could do was nod wordlessly and invite the inevitable.
"And I trust you."
Ok, that was NOT what Shego had expected to hear; it must have been painfully obvious to the physician because the woman smiled.
"Our Kim clearly loves you and has entrusted her life, not to mention the lives of her… forgive me… your children, into your hands. You've apparently eschewed your old behavior to keep her happy and no one can doubt that you feel the same way towards her."
"I do. With all my heart." The words came unbidden. Now it was Anne's turn to nod.
"Whatever life you two have envisioned for yourselves, you'll have our support."
"I… I… that's…"
"This is going to take some time for all of us, I suspect." The redhead uncrossed her legs and stood; a slender yet strong hand was offered and an equally strong hand reached up to accept. "Let's see if the new mother is ready to face the additions to this world she's always saving." Anne Possible's smile was open and Shego finally started to feel that certain acceptance with this woman that she already did with John Possible after they'd had their chat.
Maybe these people actually were capable of judging her on some level that she could not sense. The two were already leaving the waiting room and moving down the hallway towards the elevators when the healer looked askance at Shego and spoke.
"A hundred bucks if you talk her into never adventuring again."
"Make it a thousand and I'll lock her up in her room."
"Don't tempt me. It would serve her right for making me a grandmother."
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When Kim awoke, she was no longer alone. Her first thought was that the medication she'd been given for pain was affecting her eyesight; she couldn't bring her visitor into proper focus. She chided herself when she realized that she didn't have just one visitor.
"… hey, guys…"
"Hey, sis. We asked for…"
"… some 'us' time and everyone's…"
"… getting something to eat, so Mom an'…"
"… Dad said we could come on…"
"… back. Is that ok?" Just like their new nieces, Jim and Tim Possible were twins, albeit completely identical. Kim smiled at them and they smiled back.
"Doy! Sure!"
"Did you want something to eat?"
Her stomach rumbled in protest before she even had the chance to answer.
"No thanks, I'm good. Give me a hand, will you?" Kim did still feel a bit muzzy after her nap and everything between her shoulders and her knees felt like an overused rubber band. "I'd like to sit up higher and I can't quite…"
"Doy! We'll help!"
They were at her bedside in a second, Tim bracing her so that she could move herself without causing too much strain or hurting herself, and Jim repositioning the pillows for better support. They pulled their chairs closer and just watched her patiently while she finished making herself comfortable. She regarded them closely; they were looking so much older than she remembered.
"It's been a while, hasn't it?"
"Huh?"
"Meaning?"
"Meaning that I haven't been hanging around at the house so much these last few weeks."
"No big."
"Yeah, you've been staying with the green lady." The boys didn't appear to be uncomfortable with that concept. Kim looked from one face to the other and tried to guess what they were thinking.
"Guys… what exactly do you know about my relationship with Shego?"
Their mutual expression told her that she'd guessed right.
"Mom sort of explained it after Dad tried."
"He started to give us the whole birds and bees story."
"Then he tried to explain what happens when two bees live together."
"It was wack." One turned to the other and they nodded.
"Not just wack. Wiggity wack!"
"I mean, we're not kids anymore."
"We know all about this stuff." Jim shrugged off the absurdity.
"Yeah." Tim snorted. "Dad was sweating buckets before Mom stepped in."
"The man has three doctorates and a PHD and he kept stuttering over the word lesbian!"
Kim burst out laughing and the boys grinned broadly, bumping their knuckles.
"Hicka-bicka-boo!"
"Hoosha!"
"Ow! Stop! I hurt!" She held her abdomen but her pains were mild and practically gone, replaced by a dull ache that faded more with each passing hour. Her brothers waited for her to catch her breath.
"So you understand that we're together?"
"Yeah."
"I mean, that we're together as a couple?"
"Yeah, so?"
"I mean that it's like boyfriend and girlfriend, except that we're girlfriend and girlfriend."
"Time out! You're starting to sound like Dad!"
Kim blushed.
"Sorry. It's just that this probably isn't how you thought I'd turn out." She found it hard to look at them, finding more assurance in the ceiling tiles. "Living with… in love with another woman, having a baby… geez, having two babies before I've even graduated high school…"
"Uh, Kim…"
"Sounds pretty dumb to you, I guess."
She heard their chairs squeak against the linoleum of the floor as they scooted closer to the bed. The redhead turned back to see both of them leaning on the edge of the blankets, each reaching out to lay their smaller hands on hers.
"Kim… it's ok."
"You're our sister."
"We…"
"Yeah, we…"
"… sorta…"
"… kinda…"
"… love you, and…"
… stuff."
"And we don't think you're dumb." One boy shook his head for emphasis and the other boy frowned. Why would they ever think she was dumb?
"That's easy for you to say." Too many thoughts coursed through her head. "A family full of geniuses and I don't even have my diploma yet."
"But, Kim… you can do anything."
"Yeah! This?" Jim gestured randomly, indicating the general sitch. "This is nothing!"
"You'll be back on top of the world in no time!"
"So this isn't too awkweird for you?"
"Maybe a little at first."
"Not any more."
There was a lump in her throat.
"You really believe in me that much?"
"Doy!"
"Dur'hey!"
"You are the best brothers that a girl could have. Come'ere, Tweebs!" She stretched out her arms and wrangled them both into the biggest hug that she could manage in her condition. They winced at first, sibling traditions being hard to suppress, but soon relaxed and gingerly returned the embrace.
Tim's expression brightened.
"Hey! I just realized! You can't call us 'Tweebs' anymore!"
"And just why not, pray tell?"
"Because now you have a set of Tweebs!"
"That's right!" Jim's eyes went wide and he slapped palms with his twin. "Doesn't that Shego woman have brothers who are twins, too?"
"Yeah, the Team Go dudes!"
"You mean the Wegos?"
"Yeah!"
"Good point… Weldon and Welford are twins." She'd had to think a moment before recalling their real names.
"So, considering that the matriarchal side of our family has a history of producing twins, and Shego's side of the family…"
"You can call her Sheila if you want."
"Naw, 'Shego' is way cool. Anyway, the statistical probability of our sister NOT producing her own set of twins is…"
"No statistics while I'm under the effects of medication." She gave them a raspberry. "It makes my head hurt." She looked inquiringly at the boys. "Have you seen the girls yet?"
"Just while they were being taken down the hall."
"Mom wanted them checked over."
"So you did see them?"
"Yeah, for like, five seconds."
"What did you think?"
They shrugged.
"They looked a lot like you from your baby pictures."
"Except the one's got dark hair."
This isn't what she expected to hear; she revised her question.
"Did they look a little… odd?
"Like what?"
"Odd how?"
"I was still a little out of it when Mom let me hold them… and that wasn't for very long. I remember noticing that they were green."
"So?"
"Yeah, so?"
"And you don't think that's… weird?"
"Heck, no!"
"It's so COOL!"
"Yeah, cool!"
"And they're yours." Jim pushed his chest out as much as he could. "They're our nieces."
"Yeah! Uncle Tim and Uncle Jim!"
"Cool!"
Kim wondered why she'd been so anxious. She grunted a bit when she sat up and slid to the edge of the bed; the pains were practically gone but her overtaxed muscles didn't want to obey her commands.
"What's up, sis?"
"If you can get me to the bathroom, I'd love nothing more than to run a brush through my hair and freshen up a bit." She smirked at their cringes of discomfort. "Nothing gross, guys. Just powdering my nose."
"Uh… sure."
"Ok." They moved forward and let her take their arms. "You going somewhere?"
"Yeah." She didn't bother holding the smile inside. "Down to the observation room to see my daughters." Kim looked down the length of her legs and reveled in finally being able to see her feet again.
"And please help me find my shoes!"
To Be Concluded…