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Every Journey Has an End

"Remind me why I'm doing this," Kim grumbled as she got in Shego's car.

"'Cause I've saved your life. 'Cause I didn't kill you when I could have. 'Cause I helped you out a couple times. And mostly 'cause you're a swell person."

"No, I mean why you desperately need a 'Megan' – and you'll introduce me as Megan. I won't introduce myself that way."

"Basically I'm the only woman on a job where the testosterone level is higher than the average IQ... Not that any of the guys are dummies. It takes a reasonable level of intelligence to do the work. But, that created a perception that women are less incapable. So, I show up and am doing a damn fine job, if I do say so myself. About half the guys have started to cut me some slack... I don't know if any of them really like me, but they respect my work. Maybe not enough to defend me when the shitheads bad mouth me, but at least they don't join in. Now, for some reason, before I started getting any level of acceptance, the perception spread that I'm a liar–"

"I can't imagine why."

"Hey, Hego always said to keep your identity a secret. Lie to protect your family's safety–"

"And the lying became a habit? And you blame Hego?"

"Certainly. Everything wrong it my life is his fault. Anyway... Oh, and there's some kinda perception I'm difficult to get along with."

"I've noticed that."

"So, I started talking about the wonderful times I was having with Megan and the shitheads insisted I was lying. Now, they weren't all wonderful times with Megan–"

"Like when you dumped her ten miles out in the country?"

"Yeah, that would be one of them. Now, prior to that, I had told everyone I'd bring her to the staff party. Everyone said they wanted to meet her, but some were sarcastic, like, 'Oh, yeah. I'll believe in the tooth fairy before I believe anyone can get along with you. So, I need a Megan–"

"Whoa! Back up! It isn't enough to just answer to the name Megan? I've got to pretend I can get along with you?"

"Apparently the shitheads aren't the only ones capable of sarcasm."

Kim grinned, "I can do it... Get along with you. I do sarcasm too. Oh, what if I'm accused of being an actress you've hired? What if we're separated and I get tested, questions like when did we meet or where did we go on our first date?"

Shego groaned, "Yeah, I can see it happening. How about you pretend to be madly in love with me, nervous around strangers, and stick to me like a leech?"

"How about you pretend to be madly in love with me and afraid one of the hunks will try... Any of them hunks?"

"A little hard for me to answer that... Yeah, I guess some would qualify if you were a women into guys with high testosterone levels. I know there'll be girlfriends and maybe a wife or two. That ugly brown wig may protect you from some single guy hitting on you. And some jerks believe if they magically pour on their Bond, James Bond charm they can convert a lesbian."

"Any try it on you when you got there?"

"Definitely two, maybe a third guy."

"Do you really think my wig is ugly?"

Shego hesitated, "Nah, but you're gorgeous as a redhead. But none of them know that. With the wig you look kind of average. I don't want anyone to remember Megan well."

"Thanks for the compliment."

Shego shrugged. "You already think that about yourself."

"And in a couple weeks you tell people you and Megan broke up?"

"That's my plan. I introduce Megan to co-workers to prove she's real. Then we have a fight just before Christmas and I dump her."

"How about she dumps you instead?"

"That re-enforces the perception I'm hard to get along with!"

"Yeah, but you stranded her ten miles out in the country."

"She deserved it," pouted Shego.

"No," Kim told her firmly. "Anything over two miles is excessive. Megan will dump you."

They parked at the restaurant, where a private room had been reserved for the party and got out of the car.

"Sandy," a man called who was also headed the the restaurant, with woman who had the air of a wife about her. He waved at the pair.

Shego looked over, "Joel! Your wife?"

"Yep," he turned to his wife, "Linda, this is Alexandra, one of our test pilots."

Linda smiled and pumped a fist in the air, "You go, girl," she shouted to Shego.

"And this is my friend Megan," Shego introduced Kim.

Joel and his wife waved, then crossed the street to the restaurant as Kim and Shego headed for the cross-walk.

"We are so under-dressed," Kim whispered. "Maybe we can use that as an excuse to leave early."

"We'll see," came the whispered reply. "Hey, he was just in a sport jacket. And he's administration. They always dress better than us grunts."

Kim mentally kicked herself for agreeing to attend the dinner. "At least Shego owes me now," she said to comfort herself. They probably were under-dressed, despite Shego's claim, and while Shego probably exaggerated the level, and number, of what the green woman called Shitheads it would probably not be an evening of fun. She might stay close to Shego not to avoid interrogation but because Shego was the only person she knew.