Bad Moon Rising
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A Kim Possible fanfic.
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The sun slipping below the horizon was three hours past when they finally reached the Goizargi homestead, the change in speed and crunch of gravel under the tires waking Ron from where he was dozing in the passenger seat of the van.
"Wha- huh?" Ron asked as he sat up.
"Oh, you're up." Shego commented as she navigated "We're almost to my parents place."
"Oh." Ron said, and rubbed his eyes. "How long was I out?"
"You crashed about forty minutes before we hit Go City." Shego told him.
Ahead of them, a large house came into view. It was a large, sprawling Victorian structure, with lots of gables, sharply peaked roofs, a central spire, and a pair of red brick chimneys, with a large wrap around porch completing the structure.
Wheeling the van to the right, the headlights revealed a black Lincoln under a carport, with a large patch of gravel next to it that Shego nosed the van into. As they parked, the porch lights came on and the front door opened, revealing a silhouetted figure.
"Who's out there?" a Spanish accented man's voice challenged them as they got out of the van.
"Papa?" Shego called back.
"Sheena?" the man asked in Spanish, and stepped out onto the porch. "Is that you?"
"Yes, Papa, it's me." Shego called back.
"Ah, how nice to see you!" her father exclaimed, coming down off the porch to greet her as she walked towards the house. "It's been so long since you last visited! What brings you out-" he stopped when he saw Ron come out from behind the van.
Shego looked back over her shoulder, following her fathers line of sight, then back to him and grinned sheepishly. "Ah, there's some stuff I need to talk to you about..." she said, absently scuffing the dirt with the toe of her shoe.
The look on her father's face said the he had a rough idea on where this was going, and he really wasn't going to like it.
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Margux Goizargi heard the front screen door open, followed by the sound of footsteps that were not her husbands in the foyer- footsteps the she recognized, never the less.
"Sheena?" she called out in French. "Is that you?"
"Yes, Mama, it's me." her daughter called back.
Putting her wineglass down, Margux got to her feet and strode quickly to the foyer where she found her daughter and wasted no time in enveloping her in a massive hug.
"We've missed you so much..." she said, hugging her daughter tightly "And we've been so worried about you..."
"I know, Mama." Shego said as she returned her mothers hug "I missed you too..."
Breaking the embrace, Margux stepped back and got a good look at her daughter. Instantly, her eyes narrowed as she arched an eyebrow. "Sheena..." she asked "Is there something I should know about?"
"Ahhh... maybe?" answered Shego as she started fiddling with a lock of her hair.
Margux glanced at the screen door and sighed. "Where's your father?" she asked.
"He and Ron are getting our bags from the van." Shego answered.
Margux looked back at her daughter with a curious look. "Ron?" she asked. "I take it there's more to this than the fact you've met a boy, isn't there?"
Shego looked at the floor and kept twiddling with the lock of hair. "Yes, Mama..." she said in a small voice.
Margux sighed and pulled her daughter into another hug. "Come on." she said. "Let's go put a pot of coffee on. I have the feeling that we're going to need it."
"Yes Mama."
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Ron finally got a good look at Shego's father after they had hauled the bags into the house. He was a hair over six foot, with a weathered and lined face from a life spent primarily outdoors. His hair was heavily graying with enough black in it to show what his original color was.
Dropping the bags on the couch, he wordlessly jerked his head to the kitchen and Ron followed him When they entered for moment Ron thought he was seeing double, then he realized that he was looking at what must be Shego and her mother.
"Well, no doubt who Shego takes after..." Ron thought as he sat down next to her.
Where her father showed his age, her mother didn't, looking a good twenty years younger than her husband. Thick coal black hair hung past her shoulders to the middle of her back, with her eyes the color of Indian ink contrasting with her complexion having a touch of mahogany to it.
Upon closer inspection, there were differences though. Shego's mother had a decidedly Asian cast to it, with Shego only showing it around her eyes. Her mother was also slighter in build, and her nails were trimmed short and unpainted.
"So..." her mother said, looking straight at Ron "You must be Ron."
Ron nodded once. "Yeah." he said. "Ron Stoppable."
Shego's parents both arched their eyebrows when Ron stated his surname. "You are looking remarkably well for a dead man." her father stated neutrally.
A cynical smirk came across Ron's face. "I'm very hard to kill." he said. "It's not the first time the media has gotten my information wrong."
Her father narrowed his eyes slightly and gave Ron an appraising look. "I see." he said. "And I take it that there's a reason why you, the sidekick to my daughter's nemesis, appeared on my doorstep in the middle of the night with said daughter?"
Ron and Shego looked at each other for a second.
"Let me explain."Shego suggested,
Ron vigorously nodded his assent. "Go for it." he said.
Taking a deep breath, Shego slowly let it out as she gathered her thoughts.
"Okay." she said. "It goes like this: Mama, Papa, you remember all the weird shit that the boys and I ran into when I was on the team?" she asked.
Her parents nodded, and Shego continued.
"Well, this is in the 'really out there' category." Shego elaborated. "What happened was, the doc managed to turn himself into a werewolf and set up a trap for the cheerleader when I was going vacation. I forgot something, came back to the lair and ran into Ron.
We heard the cheerleader scream, and when we found her, she was already dead. Then the doc attacked us, and we both ended up getting bitten."
"Sheena..." her father asked. "Are you saying that..."
Shego nodded. "Ah, yeah." she answered. "We're werewolves." she said. "At least, that's part of it."
"And the other part, dare I ask?" her mother chimed in.
Shego gulped, then continued. "Well, you see, after that we had to leave quickly because the lair's self destruct was activated, and we ended up going to one of the doc's Caribbean lairs, and he survived the explosion, and then tried to kill us again by blowing up that lair.
We escaped, I got in touch with a friend of mine, and he set us up with the van, and then when we were driving back to my cabin, we stopped at a motel and I got Ron drunk, and ah, well, now I'm pregnant."
They both took the news well, Ron reflected. Or as well as you could expect, given the circumstances. Her father's reaction was that his formerly appraising look went sinister, and her mother simply gulped down the contents of her wineglass.
"I see." her mother said, refilling her wineglass. "And, may I ask, what are your plans?"
"We're sticking together to raise the kid." Shego answered automatically. "That goes without saying."
Both of her parents nodded their approval of that, and her fathers gaze softened a little.
"And beyond that?" her father asked."What are your immediate goals?"
Now it was Ron's turn to harden his gaze. "First thing on my agenda is that I'm going to kill Drakken." he growled. "He killed KP, he's tried to kill me and Shego, and I'll be dammed if he's going to get a chance to go after my kid. Nobody fucks with a Jew."
Her fathers opinion of Ron shot up immeasurably when he said that- though the hairs on the back of his neck stood up when he saw the boy's eyes momentarily shift from blue to yellow.
"A question" he said, directing it at Ron "You said you were a Jew. Do you have any family in Israel?" he asked.
Ron nodded once. "Yes." he answered. "My dad's side has been there since it was British Palestine, and my mom's side- what was left of them- arrived right after the war.
They were both in the Haganah, and my dad's side has had a lot of members in the specialized units of the I.D.F.."
Her father nodded once. "I see." he said. "I thought as much."
Shego and her mother watched the interplay between Ron and her father, then she glanced at her daughter.
"How about you?" her mother asked in Vietnamese.
Shego hugged herself and looked at the table. "I don't know." she said. "Right now, all I know is that I'm scared."
As Margux put a comforting hand on her daughter's shoulder, her father glanced at them out of the corner of his eye and then looked at Ron.
"Come with me." he said, getting to his feet. "There are things we need to discuss as men that are not meant for the ears of women."
Slightly confused, Ron glanced at Shego, who nodded slightly. Getting to his feet, he followed her father out of the kitchen through the house to what could only be his den.
"There." he said, shutting the door behind them. "Now they can have some privacy and have their 'girl talk' in peace."
"Ooookay..." Ron said, now more confused than ever.
Her father smiled and clapped Ron on the shoulder. "It something that you pick up after being married for nearly thirty years." he said. "And speaking of marriage, as much as I would like for my grandchild to be born in wedlock, I know better than ask."
"Huh?" Ron asked.
"You and my daughter were thrown together by circumstances beyond your control." her father explained as he walked over to the liquor cabinet and got out two tumblers. "I'm just happy that you're both going to be raising the child."
"Oh." Ron said.
"So, what are are you going to do when you catch the bastard?" the man asked as he filled each of the tumblers with two fingers of Scotch. "You going to make him suffer?"
Ron shook his head. "No." he answered. "I'm just going to kill him. Anything I do to him will pale in comparison to what awaits him."
Shego's father chuckled as he stoppered the decanter and put it away. "How true." he said, handing Ron a tumbler. "Here. To justice." he said, raising his tumbler.
"To justice." Ron echoed, raising his glass in salute.
Taking a healthy sip, Ron winced slightly at the tang of the no ice Scotch, something that did not escape the attention of Shego's father.
"Not much of a drinker, are you?" he asked.
"No, sir." Ron answered.
He chuckled and took a seat.
"Call me Agustin." he said, and motioned to a nearby chair. "Come, sit and tell me about yourself."
"Okay." Ron said, and sat down.
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"So." Margux said, switching to French once the menfolk were safely out of the room "You're scared."
Shego nodded and hugged herself tighter. "Yeah." she said. "I had a lot of time to think on the drive over here." she added. "And I realized that I don't think I can be a good mother."
"What makes you say that?" Margux asked, taking a sip of her wine.
Shego made a face that was bordering on panicked. "I mean, look at me!" she said. "I've been turned into a monster! And lets not even start on the fact that I have no self control, anger issues, I like to hurt people-"
"Stop." Margux commanded, and Shego fell silent. "First, you are many things, Sheena, but you are NOT a monster.
You have anger issues, you can be selfish, greedy, and a complete bitch."
Shego flinched at her mothers description of her, and Margux got up took the chair next to her daughter.
"But," she continued, scooting next to her daughter and hugging her close "You have never hurt a child, or an animal, and your first thought is for the child, not for yourself.
That shows that there is good in you, Sheena, that you can be capable of being a good person. You were a good person once. I know you can be one again."
Shego sniffled and hung onto her mother for dear life. "But-" she protested.
"No." Margux said. "I'm your mother. Trust me. I know you."
Shego whimpered and Margux stroked her hair softly. "Shh... I know you're scared, Sheena. I was the same way when I had Herbert." she said softly. "And my mother held me, and told me the same things I told you, and whenever I had a question she always had an answer for me, just her mother was there for her, and her mother before that.
So, I'm here for you, Sheena. You are not alone. I'm here, your father is here, your boy Ron is here for you, your brother's are here for you-"
"Are sure about that?" Shego asked. "Herbert made his opinion of me pretty clear the last time we were together."
"I think that was because you set his model airplane collection on fire, and not because of any major dislike of you." Margux explained "Herbert may be a pompous, overbearing, self deceiving blowhard who really should just get over himself and find a nice Catholic boy to settle down with, but he doesn't hate you."
Shego couldn't help but giggle at her mothers description of her oldest brother. "And what about Miguel?" she asked, using Migo's birth name.
"I think as long as you don't have anything reflective in front of him, you'll be fine." Margux reassured her daughter.
Shego sniffled as a smile crept onto her face. "That's true." she said. "At least I won't have to worry about the Twins giving me any trouble." she said.
"That's true." her mother agreed. "They always have liked their big sister."
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Lying in the darkness of her room, Shego's eyes flicked open and she stared at the opposite wall for several seconds as she tried to comprehend what was going on. Then it hit her: she was going to be sick.
"Bloody hell-!" she choked out as she threw back the covers.
It was only a few short steps down the hall to the bathroom, and she was well familiar with the layout of the hall, unchanged since she was a child, so she was able to navigate the hall with ease. Minutes later, her stomach finished it's heaving and she staggered out of the bathroom and leaned up against the wall.
"Bloody hell, this kid is going to be the death of me..." she groaned, putting a hand on her stomach.
She stood there for a minute, letting her body return to normal, and was about to return to her bedroom when she ... felt something. Something, or it should he said, someone who she very familiar with.
Felt something as in Mary, the ghost of the six year old daughter of the original builders of the house, who had died in the 1840's of scarlet fever, was standing in the hall. And she was curious about something.
Ever since she was little, Shego had always been able to feel when there was a presence nearby, even though there was nothing there. The best way she had been able to describe it was that it was like an echo of someone in the back of her mind.
Usually, it was just a very vague impression of someone in whatever state they were in. But there were others who she was able to discern much more distinctly- and who were much more active. Most were like Mary, more or less harmless. Some were ... not. And (thankfully) a very few were malicious.
All were drawn to her like a beacon.
There was a reason why she didn't like jail's or prisons. It wasn't her lack of freedom- it was those who had never left.
Shaking her head, she banished those dark thoughts and padded down the hall in the direction she felt Mary. As she approached, Shego felt the presence's amusement brighten, and she could almost faintly hear the sound of a child's foots steps in the hall.
Smiling, she followed the presence until it stopped in front of the door to the guest room, where Ron lay sleeping. Approaching the door, she felt the faintest chill in the air and smiled.
"You're wondering about him, aren't you?" she asked the spirit.
In response the doorknob turned and the door clicked open. "You want to show me something?" she asked as the door swung silently open. Brow furrowing, she stepped into the room and stopped when she Ron was sleeping a troubled slumber.
"Ohhh... I see." she said, understanding what Mary was trying to tell her.
Mary, as whole, was a very happy spirit, and didn't like it when people were upset. Growing up, whenever she and Hego had their fairly regular blowouts, afterwards things of his would go missing until they apologized.
In this case, Mary wanted her to calm Ron. Though why she came to her, Shego couldn't begin to guess.
As if in answer to her thoughts, for the briefest instant Shego felt a chill in the air and the slightest touch of a small hand on her belly.
Jaw dropped in amazement, Shego looked in the direction of where she felt Mary. "You," she addressed the shade "Are a most clever little girl."
In the back of her mind Shego got the impression a of a young girl curtseying, then the curtains rippled slightly. Shaking her head, she shut the door and walked over to the bed. Standing over Ron, she thought about what solution this problem called for, and shrugged.
Pulling back the covers, she curled up next to Ron, and he immediately calmed down.
"Huh." she thought. "Interesting."
Lying there, she listened to Ron's breathing for a few minutes and let it lull her to sleep.
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"So, did you two have fun last night?" Margux asked Shego in French when she came down for breakfast.
Shego gaped for a second, then recovered. "Mama, what are you talking about?" she asked, feigning ignorance.
"You and your boy." her mother clarified. "You went to his room last night."
"How-" Shego started asked.
"Sheena, I'm the mother of five children." Margux told her. "I'd think I know by now if my children."
"Oh." Shego said with a sigh.
"That, and you were snoring." Margux added cheerfully, and held out a steaming mug. "Coffee?"
"Yes, please." Shego said and took the mug.
"So, did you get lonely last night?" Margux asked as her daughter took a sip.
Shego gave her mother a slight glare. "Why is my personal life so interesting?" she asked.
Margux shrugged slightly. "I think you two make a cute couple." she said.
"Mary would agree with you." Shego grumbled.
"Really." Margux said, arching an eyebrow at her daughter. "So she likes him? What happened?"
Shego rolled her eyes and sat her mug down. "I had to throw up and after I was done she led him to his room." she explained. "He was having a nightmare, so, I ..."
"Uh huh." her mother said, giving her a 'I don't believe you' look.
Shego scowled at her mother. "It's true!" she said. "She did!"
"I'm sure she did." Margux said. "But ..." she gave her daughter a knowing smirk "Why did you stay?"
"I-" Shego started to say, but stopped when she realized that she didn't have a response for her mothers question, and crossed her arms and scowled. "It is so annoying when you do that. No wonder the cheerleader got ticked off."
Shego blinked for a second, then grimaced. "Oh God, I'm sympathizing with my arch nemesis." she moaned, then scowled down at her stomach. "Quit messing with my hormones!"
Margux laughed at her daughters antics. "You sound like me when I had Herbert." she said.
Shego looked up to glare at her mother. "Don't say that!" she hissed. "I don't want the kid to turn out like him!"
Margux could only laugh at her daughter.
"Mother!"
"Whazzit yer talkin' 'bout?" Ron mumbled as he stumbled into the kitchen.
"Nothing!" Shego said, her voice spiking an octave or two.
"'Kay." Ron said, and scratched the side of his head. "Do I smell coffee?"
"Yes, actually." Margux said, motioning for Shego to pour it. "How do you take it?"
"Black, no sugar." Ron said and massaged his shoulder. "Cripes, I had some weird dreams last night."
"What kind of dreams?" Shego asked as she poured.
"Well, first I was having a nightmare, then this little girl showed up and led me out of it, and then I dreamed you were sleeping next to me, and then I woke up." Ron said as he sat down.
"Sounds like you ran into Mary." Shego commented as she put Ron's coffee in front of him.
Ron looked up at her and gave Shego a confused look.
"What?" he asked.
"Drink some coffee." Shego told him. "Ill explain after you get some caffeine in your system."
"Okay..." Ron said, not sure what was going on.
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After a cup of coffee, an explanation, and some breakfast later, Shego kicked Ron upstairs for a shower and she went up to brush her hair. For the average person, this wouldn't be a major thing, but with her hair reaching down to the knees and being thick and heavy, the simple act of brushing out her hair took an hour.
She had just sat down at the vanity in her room when she heard a knock, and looked up to see her mother standing in the doorway, leaning against the door frame.
"Yes, Mama?" she asked in French.
"You mind if I brush your hair?" Margux asked. 'It's been so long since I got to, and well, with everything that's happened ..."
"Sure." Shego said, and held up her hairbrush as her mother approached. "What about the vineyards?" she asked.
Margux smiled as she took her daughter's hairbrush. "Sheena, I think after thirty years your father can handle the day to day operations, don't you think?" she asked as she started to brush her daughters hair.
"I suppose so." Shego said.
"What are you using as conditioner?" her mother asked suddenly.
"I've just been using what I usually use." answered Shego. "Why do you ask?"
"It's gorgeous." Margux answered. "You've always had beautiful hair, but now, like I said, it's gorgeous."
"It could be because of the werewolf thing." suggested Shego.
"Maybe." Margux said. She kept brushing for several moments, then spoke again. "I worry about you some days."
"I know, Mama." Shego said. "I know I make things hard for you."
"Yes, it is." Margux said. "Whenever a news report comes on and they mention you and that Doctor Drakken, I'm afraid that, that, ..."
Shego grabbed her mothers hand. "You don't need to say it." she said right as her phone rang.
"Hold on." Shego said when she saw the number on the display. "Hello?" she said when she picked up.
"This is the Prince. We have secure transportation arranged for you." a distorted electronic voice said.
"Ah, Ron's friend is arranging transportation." Shego pointed out.
"As far as he knows, you'll be taking it." the Prince told her. "You'll be leaving on an Air Force flight." he said.
Shego nodded as The Prince told her the particulars of where and when they were supposed to be, then hung up. Sighing, she put her phone down on the vanity.
"Who was that?" Margux asked.
"Contact of ours." Shego answered. "He's helping us find Drakken."
"Oh." her mother said, worry evident in her voice.
"Don't worry, Mama." Shego said, sensing her mother's fear. "This is my last job. I promise. I wouldn't even be doing this, but I don't have any other choice." she added, putting her hand on her belly.
"That's what worries me." Margux said.
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Later that morning, after she had showered and they had repacked, they loaded their luggage back into the van and were preparing to leave, Shego's father came out of the house, carrying a box.
"Sheena!" he called out. "Two things before you go!"
"Yes, Papa?" Shego asked, turning to her father.
"First-" he began as he swept her up into a hug "Be careful out there."
"I always am." Shego said as she returned the hug
"Be extra careful." her father added. "It's not just yourself you have to look out for now."
"Don't worry Papa, I will." Shego said as they broke apart. "And the second thing?" she asked.
Agustin handed her the box. "I know you have a pistol of your own..." he said "But I'd feel better if you had this with you."
Shego took the box, opened the lid and her eyes widened in surprise. "Your Star ..." she said in Spanish.
"It kept us safe when we were raising you, so I figured that it should go on to serve the next generation." Agustin said.
"Thank you, Papa." Shego said. "Are you going to be okay without this?" she asked.
"I am not lacking for suitable arms." her father said. "Take it, and may you never have to use it."
"Thank you, Papa." Shego said.
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End.
Authors Note: Whew! This one took awhile, but I got it out. It's been an interesting few weeks, lets put it that way. Nothing bad, just... interesting.