Kim Possible Fan Fiction ❯ Four Years Later ❯ Disguises ( Chapter 9 )

Title: Four Years Later - Chapter the Ninth

Pairing: Kim/Shego (aka: KIGO, aka: this chapter contain some images of ROMANCE between TWO GIRLS, aka: lesbian interaction - <gasp>. You've been warned - now go away if you can't be nice.)

Rating: Um…Hm…I've got nothing, so why don't I go with the PG-15 that seems to have wormed its way into my story?

Spoilers: None this chapter.

Disclaimer: I don't own Kim Possible. Kim Possible and all her friends, enemies, acquaintances, and gadgets belong to the Walt Disney Corporation.

Summary: Okay, so last we saw our two lovely villainii, our beloved Kim and Shego were just leaving Shego's house to engage in a little friendly fight. No, wait…that was chapter 7, in chapter 8, Shego and Kim were leaving Shego's house to get some food, and I alluded to a chance meeting with a mutual acquaintance of theirs. And Now:

 

Onto the insanity!

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Chapter IX

 

“So,” Kim poked gingerly at the plate of food in front of her. “What's your take on GJ's new work ethic?”

“It's not so new,” Shego remarked off-hand, glancing around discreetly at the people that filled the other tables in the restaurant. Doesn't seem like we're the centre of anyone's attention right now, so we might just be in the clear. It looks as if we're officially disguised. She turned back to face Kim; she had once more donned that impressively effective blonde wig. “I always figured that this would happen someday, Kim. An organization as big as them couldn't possible have a workforce that is completely loyal, or completely agrees with the original spirit of its founding woman, namely the protection of the World. A couple of greedy, ambitious, and unscrupulous people are always bound to come out of the mold.”

Kim smiled a little playfully, “So you don't mind that I'm not actually joining you on the bad side?”

Shego chuckled. “Kimmie, Kimmie, Kimmie,” she shook her head, smirking in that way she knew the blonde couldn't resist. “When will you learn?” She drove her fork into her plate for a politely-portioned mouthful from her plate of steak, bacon, sausage, eggs, and the lightest garnishing of vegetables. Hers was most definitely a carnivore's appetite. “I'm always more about the thrill than the villainy,” she embellished around her mouthful of food. “Villainy's just the more fun way to get thrills.” She swallowed. “Hell, I'd even go hero again if you could promise me that same rush, which - since I'd be with you - is pretty much a given.” She smiled more gently. “You were always the greatest challenge to me, the biggest mystery - the best thrill.”

Kim's eyes brightened, “aw, that's so sweet Teri.”

“You play this game well, Kim.” Shego commented on the ease with which Kim slipped into their private little spy game. “But Heroism by way of Villainy? That's something only a Possible could come up with.”

The younger girl shrugged, still glowing from Shego's praise. “It's not really that crazy an idea when you think about it.” She dug into one of her pancakes, speaking through her food as best she could. “Look at the comics - Wolverine is kind of an anti-hero. He doesn't hesitate to cross the line of principle, but he's still a good guy. He's just so much more interesting than the others because he's not a clean good guy.”

Shego stared at Kim incredulously. You were a clean good guy a few years ago, Princess. Could that time have really changed you that much? “You're comparing yourself to Wolverine?” She leaned forward across the table, pushing her plate to one side to keep her hair from ending up in her meat-and-egg mountain. “Well, you're definitely hotter than he is.” She leaned closer, half standing as she tried to steal a kiss, but Kim's fingertips on her lips stopped her halfway. “What?” She drew back a little, slightly hurt by the rejection.

When Kim didn't answer right away, Shego shifted her gaze to her face instead of the still upraised hand between them. “What is it?”

Kim's eyes were now closed a little tightly but not screwed shut, and her eyebrows had drawn close together as she concentrated on something. Shego could sense Kim's growing frustration as the sour scent-flavour filtered into the air. “There's someone here - close to us,” Kim finally got out in a whisper-quiet voice. “Someone who knows both of us - very well,” she paused and her frustration eased off somewhat.

Shego leaned forward again. “Do you think he knows we're here?” She began to scan the room again, moving as discreetly as she could.

“She knows very well that you two are here.”

Shego and Kim both looked around for the source of the new voice. Shego watched in confusion as Kim's eyes grew wide in disbelief, and then the blonde-wigged girl whipped around in her seat, grabbing the tinted plastic divider and pulling herself up so she could look into the next booth. “No way!” Shego heard Kim's excitement as well as feel it, but she stubbornly refused to even think about indulging herself on the delicious emotion. “Uh,” Kim hesitated for a second. “Is that really you…uh - Phyllis?”

A low, authoritative, and female chuckle answered Kim as the back of a brunette's head rose into view. “Phyllis, Kimberly? Is that really the best you could come up with?” The brunette slid out of the booth and turned to face the two younger women. “Good day to you both.”

Shego's breath caught in her throat when her eyes fell rose from the woman's blue dress shirt-clad torso stomach to her face. The pictures of this woman had never been very good because she was very rarely seen in public like this, but that eye patch was unmistakable. And, although Shego had never met the woman, she'd heard all the rumours about her ruthlessness and penchant for espionage games.

It was Doctor Director.

And there was this evil grin on her face that told Shego they were about to get into a serious “discussion”.

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Holy Crap!

Kim sat back and stared up at Dr Director. Wade said she'd disappeared but what are the chances she'd disappeared to Canada at all, let alone Montreal?

Out of the corner of her eye, Kim saw Shego tensing and remembered that Dr Director had also been one of Shego's enemies, albeit in a very boring and professional way. Oh, she grimaced. This could get messy.

Leaning forward, Kim reached one hand out and grabbed Shego's shoulder, trying to hold her back and calm her down. “Don't worry, Teri,” she almost forgot to keep Shego's name from crossing her lips, but not to keep the thief's identity secret from the former head of Global Justice, but from any other people who were listening in. The one eyed woman had probably recognised Shego so there was no point in trying to hide it here. “Teri,” Kim repeated. “She doesn't run GJ anymore, Teri.” She shook Shego by the shoulder she was gripping. “Teri?”

Shego slowly relaxed under Kim's hand, and turned back to her food, keeping a wary eye on the newcomer who'd had the arrogance to interrupt the conversation she'd been having. “I trust you, Kim.” She muttered her grudging acceptance. “Not her.”

“As well you shouldn't…Teri.” Director raised an eyebrow as the name slid off her own tongue. Then, she reached out of sight into her booth, bringing a half eaten plate of food into view. “May we join you?”

Shego bristled, but Kim just smiled. “Of course,” she shot a warning look at Shego, “but you might want to sit on this side of the table. I don't think Teri likes you very much.”

“Com, William,” Dr Director called out to her dining companion. “There's someone here you simply must meet.” She slid into the seat beside Kim, setting her food down in front of her.

“Yes Sir.” A black-haired man stepped into sight, his own plate of food held in plain view.

Dr Director sighed as the best agent that Global Justice had ever had on payroll sat down beside a still seething Shego. “How many times do I have to tell you, William? I haven't been your superior for over three years; why do you insist on calling me that?”

Will Du's shoulders straightened as he drew himself up proudly. “Because it is unjust what Philip Sincoli did - to you, to me, and to everyone else he's threatened.”

Director nodded gravely, her resignation all too visible in her one good eye. “Unjust, but regrettably unavoidable. I rather like my family alive thank you.” She turned to Kim, ignoring the shocked stares she was getting from all three of the people around the table as she spoke so casually on the subject of blackmail. “So, Kimberly,” the older woman smiled in an unusually friendly way that mildly unsettled Kim, solely because it was Dr Director who was smiling. “You look well. What brings you to Montreal? And please don't use my middle name again.”

Kim blinked for a moment. Middle name? I don't even know your first name - oh right… “Fine, Kelly.” Kim drew on her memory and remembered the name Dr Director had used to accept the delivery of Wade's “package”, feeling a swell of relief when the former GJ CEO nodded approvingly. “I've been living here for the past four years.” She smirked and gestured to both “Kelly” and Will. “And you two?”

Dr Director smiled. “I was born and raised here, believe it or not. After I was forced into retirement, I decided to move back in with the family.” She looked around the restaurant briefly and gestured to her stony-faced companion. “William flew in this morning for another visit.” She ended the sentence with an almost angry-sounding growl.

Oh, this should be interesting, Kim thought. “He does this often?”

Director sighed, “increasingly more often this past year.” She glared at Will. “Ever since his sole remaining family member died of a congenital heart disfunction, he seems to have gotten it into his head that Global injustice has no means to control him, so he's been trying to convince me to help him in an irrational, ill-planned, and ultimately unfeasible crusade against my organization.”

“But sir -,” Will began calmly. “We can move your family to a safe place now that we only have one family to consider.”

“No,” Director replied with an exasperated sigh. Yes, Kim thought. This is an old routine they've been going through for a long while. “You know as well as I do the resources that were available to Global Justice when I ran things. If we had wanted to find a criminal, we found them.” She glanced sidelong at Kim, the ghost of an amused and respectful smile tugging at her lips. “Of course, we never were able to track anyone down as quickly or as quietly as your associate, Mr. Load.”

Kim grinned. You rock, Wade. “He's always been the best.”

Dr Director turned back to Will. “And Global Justice's resources have only grown in the four years it has been under Philip Sincoli's guidance.” She fixed him with a glare that Kim recognised from the good old days. It was Dr Director's patented I'm-giving-an-order-and-I-expect-it-to-be-followed expression. “Do you really think we'd ever find a hole deep enough to hid my family?” She laid her fork and knife on the table carefully and rested her elbows on the table, interlacing her fingers casually.

Will Du spread his hands, “But sir, we could -.”

“No,” she replied firmly.

“But what if -.”

“No.”

“But -.”

“No.” Dr Director lashed out faster than either Kim or Shego had expected, slapping the younger man across one cheek, lunging out of her seat to stand over Will from across the table, fixing him with that bowel-liquefying stare. Calming herself, she slowly sat back down, glaring around at the surrounding tables, fixing her “Dr Director” look on each person who had stopped their conversations at her outburst until they slowly - uncomfortably - returned to their own worlds.

Wow, Kim thought, impressed by the display. Even blackmailed into retirement, she's still got it. It's a pity the bad guys know threatening loved ones always works. For one instant, Kim prayed to heavens that Wade knew what he was doing and did in fact have her family safe as he had promised.

“You're lucky she wasn't holding her knife when she did that,” Shego remarked dryly from her seat in one corner of the booth.

Will just reached up to rub his already reddened cheek. “No, I learned to wait until she puts her cutlery down.” When he lowered his hand, Kim saw that there were four short, parallel scars very close together on his lower jaw. My God, she looked back at Dr Director, who had turned her gaze downward to stare at her half-eaten plate of food. If Kim were to venture a guess, she'd say that the retired GJ woman wasn't even seeing the plate, or even the table underneath it.

“Very well, sir.” Will moved to stand up, pushing his plate away from him. “If your answer remains unchanged, then I will return home.” He dug in his pockets and dropped enough money on the table to pay for his own meal with some extra. “Good day, sir.” He turned away.

“Don't come back, William,” she replied in her commanding voice.

He only stopped walking for a moment, “Of course sir,” before he was on his way.

Dr Director watched him carefully until he'd left the restaurant. Then, she sat back and stared off into space for a long time. Shego returned her attention to her food after only a couple seconds, satisfied that the former GJ director didn't pose a threat today. Kim took a little longer, but soon followed Shego's lead, digging into her high stack of pancakes. This is turning into a far more interesting day than I'd expected. Who'd have thought? Yesterday, I was just a retired superhero-vigilante, alone in the world I'd created for myself post-High School, and today…She glanced over at Shego. I feel like I've finally found the one I love when she's been standing sneering in front of me for years, I'm un-retired and getting ready to make war on Global Justice, and I've now run into the woman who ran the place when it was a good and wholesome peacekeeping organization. What hasthis world come to?

“He'll be back,” Dr Director finally said. Turning to her own meal, she held up a piece of bacon on her fork and stared at it as if it held the answer to some question she'd never answered. “He always comes back.” She shook her head and bit down on her offensively unresponsive strip of meat. “It's the one order I've given that he's never followed.” She dug into her plate at a reasonable pace - nowhere near the rate that Shego was making her own food evaporate.

Kim looked up from her food. Shego was pretending to not listen, but the act didn't fool Kim. “If you keep sending him away like that, why does he keep coming back?” Kim shoved another forkful of pancake in her mouth.

Doctor Director paused in her eating to contemplate another strip of bacon. “Since the death of his brother, William is under the impression that I am the only person left who he can trust as a friend.” She bit into the piece of bacon on her fork. “Of course, our relationship at the time was nothing close to friendship. So, we've been meeting every couple of days or weeks to jest talk over dinner or some other kind of activity.” She took a long sip from her water glass. “This was actually one of our better days. Before you interrupted us,” she grinned suddenly again, “we were speculating on what you two could be doing sharing a peaceful meal in public.” Her smile faded, “and before that, we were discussing our conflicting views on Canada's participation - or lack thereof as the case may be - in certain influential wars of the past. WE were debating both Iraq wars when you came in.”

Shego had put both her fork and knife down about halfway through Dr Director's explanation, closely followed once again by Kim as they both studied the oldest woman at the table with identical measuring looks. Gradually, a sly smirk spread across Shego's face as the same idea occurred to both of them. Kim couldn't help the quiet laugh that escaped her lips as she realized what was going on. Oh my goodness, she thought. I never thought that it could be possible.

Dr Director finally realized that the two women had stopped listening to her. “What?”

“Someone's in love,” Shego finally said, successfully hiding her laughter behind her hand.

The brunette blushed mightily, an incredibly out of character response for a woman like her. “Oh,” she looked down at her now empty plate, flustered. “I always knew he looked up to me, but love?”

Kim nodded, smirking fiendishly. “There's no other reason I can think of that he'd take that kind of abuse from you.”

Shego pulled her hand away from her grinning mouth so she could work a little more on her mountain of eggs, steak, bacon, and sausage, working carefully at picking out what pieces of egg she could find first. “It also explains the frequent dates,” she offered off-hand.

Kim nodded again, speaking through a mouthful of syrup and jam-drenched pancake. “And the getting together to gossip about mutual acquaintances,” she waved her fork between herself and Shego. “And to debate global politics like classmates.”

Dr Director looked between the two of them. “But…”

Shego interrupted, “have you gone to movies together too?”

“Kelly” looked away somewhat guiltily.

Kim grinned. “So, it's not just Will who's fallen in love.”

This time, Shego nodded. “Why else would someone willingly subject themselves to the torture of a chick flick?”

Dr Director bristled. “They weren't all chick flicks, as you call them,” she declared.

Kim gestured to the redhead across the table from her, “thus proving my friend's point.”

Shego smirked. “Check and Mate.”

Dr Director tried one more time, raising her left hand. “I'm married, you two.” She showed off the simple gold band that encircled her ring finger.

But Kim only smiled knowingly. “To Will Du.”

The brunette hung her head. “Yes.” When she looked up, she was smiling like she had suddenly inherited the whole planet.

Shego let out an amused laugh before diving back into her mountain of meat and eggs. “Kelly, you dog!”

Kim swallowed down another sickeningly sweet mouthful of pancake. God, this stuff is great. “So, the family that Global threatened isn't a husband and kids…” she trailed off thoughtfully.

Dr Director shook her head, “mother, brothers, niece, and four nephews.” The brunette smiled faintly. “They can be damn annoying sometimes, but they're still family.”

Kim nodded sympathetically, thinking about her twin brothers and the rest of her own family. Ah