"This is Canadian Air Command. We have you on radar. Please identify yourself."

Shego flipped the fighter right-side up and opened a transmission. "This is Gamma Juliette Sierra Papa 17 on free flight." As an international organization, Global Justice had round the clock clearance to fly over almost anywhere in the civilized world. About midway over Lake Ontario? Air Command was johnny-on-the-spot today.

"Roger that Sierra Papa 17," The voice crackled over the line. "Welcome to the Province of Ontario. Good luck and safe flying."

"So where we going Momma?" Gracie piped up from the back.

"Oh, I was thinking we'd see what the weather is like over Hudson Bay," She answered. The clock on Shego's HUD indicated that it was fast approaching lunch time. If she remembered correctly Borden Air Base was nearby. The Canadian government had recruited Kim and Shego a few years back to recover a plane stolen from there. The commander, Colonel Tammy Harris, had been overjoyed at the results and had a standing lunch date with the couple whenever they were in the area. The Officers' Mess on base wasn't bad and the reformed thief's stomach gave an audible growl. "You hungry muffin?"

"I could eat."

"Well plot us a course for Borden Air Base," Shego ordered. Gracie had come far enough that Shego trusted her daughter's navigation skills without question. They were maybe three hundred miles out by her guess and Gracie would find them the quickest way there. She could just make out the coastline and was ready to chow down on some poutine. It may take a few months off her life but…oh she just couldn't resist.

Gracie locked the course in and transmitted it up to Momma's computer. This was so totally spankin! Right now she was in over 30 tons of badass and going almost 400 mph with more to come. She couldn't WAIT to get behind one of these herself. And in only another two years, per their agreement, she'd get to go on missions with Mom and Momma. She was going to save the world. And she was going to do it alongside the two toughest world savers that ever lived!

Shego brought the Tomcat in low so the pair could get a good look at the lay of the land. The city of Belleville passed underneath them and Shego sighed in peace as they were treated to the display that awaited them on the other side. It may have a population of only 40 million but this right here was Canada's greatest treasure. The scenic beauty of the nation was unparalleled. There really was something about Ontario in particular that appealed to her. Unknown to her wife, Shego really wanted to plan a second honeymood to Niagra Falls sometime.

Another twenty minutes in the air and Shego was in range of Borden Air Base. "CFB Borden, please come in."

"This is CFB Borden. Please identify yourself."

"This is Gamma Juliette Sierra Papa 17 requesting clearance to land."

"Affirmative Sierra Papa; permission granted. Welcome to Borden Air Base."

The Tomcat was maneuvered into position and the fighter slowly descended onto the tarmac and into the available parking space. Gracie walked Momma through the shutdown sequence, once again passing with flying colors. The hatch buzzed open, a wave of sea air blowing through the cockpit. Boy did that smell good. Ground crew ran up and attached ladders and snapped to attention while the pair disembarked.

"At ease," Shego slid off her helmet and shook out her flowing black locks. "Can you point me to the base commander's office?"

"Yes ma'am," One of the crew answered, a Corporal by the insignia on her shoulder. "I can take you there myself."

Mother and daughter fell in behind the crewmember and marched off. Shego had long since gotten used to the stares she and Kim received, especially when at military bases. Saving the world on several occasions and being able to sling plasma like better than Wyatt Earp could sling a Peacemaker had that effect on people. But surprisingly Gracie was receiving as much attention as her mother. Sure, one might guess that a fourteen year old fighter pilot would be a strange sight. Or it could be simply because she was obviously "with Shego".

As far as bases went, Borden was very impressive. Built during WWI, the base was the historic birthplace of the Royal Canadian Air Force as well as one of their premiere training facilities in any branch of the Royal Canadian military. Enroot to the base commander's office, Shego and Gracie were treated to displays of nearly every branch of the armed services working and training diligently. There was a gust of wind as the trio entered the wind tunnel into the base headquarters. A trek to the end of the entrance hall and up a flight of stairs and the pair were deposited outside the base commander's office.

"So how do you know this person Momma?"

"Well a few years back, a top secret plane was stolen from this base. It turned out to be Motor Ed and your Mom and I made short work of him." Shego gave her daughter a play-by-play of the mission. Bless her little heart, Gracie STILL hung on their every word when Kim or Shego told her about missions they had been on. Shego had just about finished the story when the orderly ushered them into the Colonel's office. Shego and Gracie popped to their feet and marched into the office, coming to a stop in front of a stoic looking blonde woman a little older than Shego. The pair snapped to attention, sparking a laugh from the woman behind the desk. THIS woman? Hell, this woman didn't need to salute anybody!

"Shego Possible, while I live and breathe," The woman jumped to her feet and ran to shake the reformed thief's hand. "What a pleasant surprise! And who might this young lady be?"

"Gracie Possible, meet Colonel Tammy L. Harris of the Canadian RAF." Shego ushered her daughter forward to shake the woman's hand. "Tammy, this is my daughter, Gracie Anne Possible."

"It's a pleasure to meet you young lady," Colonel Harris smiled and shook the teenager's hand.

Gracie acknowledged the greeting but seemed to be very much in awe of the Colonel. Even at age 14, she'd met a lot of people and just from looking at her, she could tell that the woman before her was exactly like Mom and Momma. This woman was a force to be reckoned with and didn't take any crap from anybody.

Shego saw her daughter's response and could almost read her daughter's thoughts. Well Tammy was certainly a woman worth admiring. Distinguished military career aside, Tammy Harris was the first woman in the Canadian military to be appointed commander of a military base, and the largest training facility in the nation to boot. Based on Shego's experiences with the woman, she was an extremely qualified woman and the fact this was a first for the Canadian military was only a secondary factor. The woman was just plain great at what she did and that was the mark of a good commander.

"So what brings you to Borden?"

"Well the munchkin and I were on a flight over to the Hudson and thought we'd stop for lunch. Dare I hope that the Officers' mess is serving poutine today?"

Colonel Harris couldn't help but laugh. Good grief, sometimes this American loved Canada's national dish more than most Canadians she'd met. "Oh, I think we can work something out." Colonel Harris answered as she ushered for the women to follow her.

"What exactly IS poutine Momma?"

"Oooooh Gracie; you are in for a treat."

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ALL THE WASTED YEARS! To think Gracie had wasted 14 years without trying this glorious culinary concoction! Colonel Harris had ushered the pair into mess hall and a wide variety of smells coming from the kitchen but Shego guided other others towards a very particular food station. Spread across several trays was bowls of what looked like French fries in some kind of brown sauce and smothered with cheese. Momma snagged a bowl for Gracie and herself as well as a few hotdogs. Gracie toyed with the fries a little hesitantly and throwing caution to the wind, speared a bite and swallowed…and then HEAVEN!

"OH MAN," Gracie gasped around a mouthful of masticated fries. "Momma, this is delicious! I can't believe I've wasted 14 years of my life without trying this delicious concoction!"

Bless her daughter's little heart. Shego couldn't help but laugh at all the, what some people would consider bizarre, things she and her daughter shared. Princess wasn't going to like this. Kimmie had the naco cravings during Gracie's pregnancy and Shego had poutine. "Your Mom's going to start thinking I'm trying to corrupt you. She can't stand the stuff."

The trio had a very enjoyable lunch and passed away the hours with laughs. Colonel Harris inquired all about Gracie and how she was enjoying school. Shego in turn interrogated the woman on her stepdaughters and if they were still doing the look from Zoolander. Harris' stepdaughters and her husband were convinced that they could do the look just like Ben Stiller and their attempts earned them no shortage of rolled eyes from Tammy.

"So your mother tells me you're a fully qualified prop pilot," Colonel Harris took a swig of Diet Coke. "What's your favorite plane?"

"Oh no question, the P51 Mustang!" How was that even a question? EVERYONE knew that the Mustang was the best prop job ever created! "Max speed of 437 mph, service ceiling of almost 42,000 feet, armed with six Browning .50 cal machine guns! It's the Cadillac of the skies!"

Wow…did a fourteen year old just recite the specs for a WWII-era fighter as if it were common knowledge? Now here was someone destined to be a pilot! Only a shame she was an American. Tammy Harris would love to be the one to be in charge of this girl's training. "Impressive Miss Possible! I can only agree with you there. Have you ever gotten to fly one?"

"Momma had me qualify in one."

"Fully certified in two months; the only trainee to ever do so!" The pale-skinned woman's voice was dripping with pride at her daughter's accomplishment. "Takes a few too many chances in a jet fighter though; AND is too much of a fan of Top Gun."

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The F14 Tomcat taxied out onto the runway and the thrusters ignited. "Thanks for your hospitality CFB Borden. See you on the flipside."

"Roger that Sierra Papa 17. A word of caution though; there's a chance of rain over the coast. Shouldn't be anything serious but thought you should know. The skies are yours; fly safe."

A storm warning? Eh, Shego would use her discretion once they actually reached Hudson Bay. If it was bad, she certainly wasn't going to risk anything with Gracie in the seat behind her. "Roger tower thanks for the heads up." The seasoned pilot released the breaks and the fighter began speeding down the runway, Gracie calling out the speed as they went. With a lurch, the fighter lifted skyward into that wild blue yonder.

"Did you hear that Gracie? We may have to cut the trip a little short."

As the fighter delved deeper and deeper into Ontario, the cities and towns grew fewer and fewer. Gracie remembered from social studies that nearly 80% of Canada's population lived in the provinces bordering the United States and even then, in the southern half of the province itself. The land below them was almost entirely wilderness, specked with an Inuit village every now and then. Other than that, Shego and Gracie were smack dab in the middle of nowhere.

True to the forecast, a rainstorm was making landfall when they reached Hudson Bay. The wind seemed to be picking up as well. This…this wasn't what Shego would consider light. Unless she was very much mistaken, this storm seemed to be growing and picking up speed. Both inhabitants in the cockpit were getting shaken up pretty good. Her maternal instincts were telling her that it was wise to beat a hasty retreat.

"Sorry Muffin but I think it's about time we…"

Without warning there was a bright flash of light and the fighter gave a violent shake. What the hell had just happened? Alarms were sounding on every screen. It was as if the world had just gone to pot. Shego clamped onto the stick with a death grip but steering was sluggish at best. Could it…oh GOD was it…a lightning strike! Had to be a million to one shot and of course it would happen now!

"MOMMA WHAT'S GOING ON?" Gracie shouted over the roar going on around them.

The plane…the plane was going down. She had to act fast! In a matter of minutes they'd be over the bay and then…! No, she had to act now!

"GRACIE, LISTEN TO ME VERY CAREFULLY," Shego was going to get her daughter out of this. "WE HAVE TO EJECT! DO YOU SEE THE YELLOW HANDLE BETWEEN YOUR LEGS?"

"I…I SEE IT MOMMA!"

"WHEN I COUNT TO THREE, PULL IT AND BRACE YOURSELF! ONE…TWO…THREE!"

Author's Notes:
Gotta love Poutine. French Fries, beef gravy, and cheese. I love going to Canada and am literally the only one in my family who likes the dish. Please don't knock it till you try it. I did my homework on CFB Borden and hope I captured it well. Thus Gracie and Shego begin their quest for survival.