Kim Possible Pornography Story: So the Trauma Chapter Three

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Tomorrow Is the First Day of the Rest of Your Life

She doesn’t give you time for questions
As she locks up your arm in hers
And you follow ’till your sense of which direction
Completely disappears

Anne Possible felt anger as she stormed into Shego’s hospital room. She knew it was wrong to feel that way, but couldn’t help it. Sharon was suffering from an injury and didn’t know what she was saying, but she had still hurt Kim.

“Why did you say that to Kim?” she snapped, realizing her tone of voice was wrong even as the words left her mouth.

“Look, you’re telling me I know you You really don’t know that your daughter and I hate each other?”

Anne took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Before saying anything she noticed the bag on the floor and picked it up. Inside was a pair of pajamas and a nightgown – which she had asked Kim to bring over to the hospital. “Kim brought you something from home to wear while you’re in the hospital.”

“Kim brought me something to wear?” Shego appeared bewildered.

“A couple things you like,” Anne assured her, tossing her the bag.

Shego stared in the bag. She couldn’t remember owning the items she saw, but they looked like the sorts of things she wore. “Why would Kim bring them? Does she have a key to my place?”

“Your home, the home you and Kim share.”

“Drakken said I’m on probation or something Kim and I live in the same house? Is she, like, my probation officer or something?”

“You and Kim live in the same house. You live in the same room. You share the same bed. You’ve been lovers for more than six years.”

Shego panicked, “THAT’S A LIE!!”

“You’re suffering from amnesia, how would you know?” Anne regretted her words when she saw the panic-stricken look on Shego’s face. She assumed a comforting tone, “I’m sorry, that was a poor way to tell you–“

“I don’t believe you! It’s not true!” Anne tried to take Shego’s hand. The green woman jerked her hand away, “It’s not true!”

“Put on your clothes. Let’s go down and have lunch with Kim in the hospital cafeteria. The food isn’t great, but I want the two of you to talk.”

“I don’t want to talk to–“

“Doctor’s orders,” Anne said firmly. “Get dressed, I’ll call Kim and tell her to meet us in the cafeteria.”

Kim stood to get their attention when they entered the cafeteria. Anne looked and didn’t see a tray of food, “You need to go through the line.”

“I’m not hungry, Mom.”

“Doctor’s orders. Get something to eat.”

Shego kept Anne between herself and Kim as they went through the line, and sat diagonally across from Kim at the table – unwilling to sit beside Kim or directly opposite her. Anne sighed and took the chair beside Shego and opposite Kim.

As soon as they were all seated Kim went on the offensive, against her mother, “You could have told me she was suffering from some kind of amnesia when you called!”

“We didn’t know the extent of the amnesia, or the cause–“

“Wasn’t the cause obvious?”

“We didn’t know the exact cause of the amnesia, when I called. There was a tiny chance it was caused by a more serious brain injury. I wanted to wait until after a thorough exam. And why did you go to her room?”

“Because you asked me to bring pajamas to her in the hospital.”

“I asked you to bring pajamas to the hospital for her.”

“You said to her.”

“I said for her.”

“I wish we had a tape of that conversation.”

“So do I.”

“Do you have any idea what it’s like to walk in and the person you love and are worried sick about and get told she hates you?”

“You should have come to my office.”

“I did. You weren’t there–“

“I was reading Sharon’s tests.”

“You weren’t there – so I decided to take her pajamas to her before I found you.”

Shego had smiled through the exchange, “Do you want me to referee for the two of you?”

“No,” Anne snapped. “Kim and I are both under a lot of stress. But this isn’t about us. It’s about you.”

There was a long pause before Shego turned to Kim. “So, uh, your Mom tells me we’re She says Oh, hell, I can’t believe this.”

“You need to believe it,” Anne told her.

Shego turned to Anne, “And you’re okay with this?”

“I wasn’t at first,” Anne admitted. “I’ve grown accustomed to you.”

“I think she and Monique saw we were getting interested in each other before we knew it ourselves,” Kim added.

“Monique? Who’s Monique?”

“A good friend. She was the first person I told I was having coffee with you.”

“You and I were going out for coffee?”

“We sort’a had a truce going on Friday nights, and I guess you could say it got out of hand.”

Unwilling to believe a word Kim said Shego turned to Anne, “She? And I? That makes no sense at all.”

“It will when you get your memory back.”

“I’m not sure I want my memory back.”

“Mom,” Kim interrupted, “is there anything we can do to speed up her memory?”

“And no one better say anything about hitting me with a big mallet like in the cartoons,” Shego declared

Kim giggled, “Ron suggested that.”

“Your doofus sidekick? He’s still around?”

“He lives with us.”

Shego’s eyes went wide, “Please don’t tell me we’re in a mnage a trios.”

“No,” Anne assured her. “He lives in the house with you. And you shouldn’t call him a doofus, he was your best man when you married Kim.”

Shego moved her Jello to one side and laid her head on the table, “Shoot me now. I don’t believe any of this. The mnage a trios makes more sense than Ron as I’m married to Kim?”

“Well, not legally,” Kim admitted.

“Thank God,” Shego muttered.

“It was a simple Jewish ceremony to–“

Shego looked up at Kim, “You’re Jewish?”

“No, you are.”

“I’m Jewish?”

“You remember your grandmother was given to Christians to raise before her parents were sent off to a death camp?”

Virtually no one knew that outside the family. Which meant, “You really do know me.”

“Well, you found out that Jewish identity is recognized through the mother. That meant technically you could be considered Jewish and you decided to embrace it. I think it helped you get your life back on track.”

“There was nothing wrong with my life,” Shego snarled. She turned to Anne, “You have me on too much medication.”

“I haven’t given you anything today,” Anne reminded her.

“Then you need to give me something. I’m hallucinating all kinds of weird shit.”

Anne sighed, it might be best to wait and tell Shego about her time in law school and the fact she and Kim had two daughters later. She turned back to Kim, “You were asking about how to help Sharon. I think–“

“What about Dr. Langford’s Memory Recovery Machine?”

“Please, that creates more problems than it solves. We will only consider that if she hasn’t recovered her memory in a month.”

“A month?” Kim protested.

“Too many possible side effects with the MRM. Sharon needs see familiar surroundings and people. Her memory will probably just click back into place in the next day or two.”

“So I should take her home?”

“I’m not going home with you,” Shego protested.

“No,” Anne told Kim. “I want to keep her another night in the hospital. I think she’s physically fine, but I want her here for observation.”

“Can I take her to Columbia to Kenya this afternoon?”

Anne hesitated, “I suppose. But don’t keep her there long.”

Shego waved a hand between them, “Hello! Hello, people! I’m sitting right here. You’re talking about me.”

“You want your memory back, don’t you?” Anne asked.

There was a pause before Shego answered, “Hell of a question, isn’t it? If I can believe you – and I haven’t made my mind up on that yet – I love Kim. But my memories are hating Kim. I mean, maybe I’ll be happy if I get my memories back, but right now I want to punch her.”

“Please, Shego,” Kim asked.

“I’m worried you’re going to jump me. I’ve been sick, I’m not feeling a hundred per cent. I’m not going to give you a chance to beat me in a fight.”

“I’ve got no interest in fighting you. I just want you to get your memory back. What can I do to show you I mean it?”

“I wasn’t expecting handcuffs,” Kim grumbled as her mother held the car door open for her.

“You did ask what you could do to prove you were sincere,” her mother reminded her. “Are you sure this is a good idea? Sharon doesn’t remember the last few years. She could hurt you by force of habit.” Anne looked over at Shego, “I really don’t think this is a good idea.”

“Finally, the voice of reason. Take me back to the hospital.”

“No,” Kim said firmly. “Shego and I are going to the coffee shop. Can somebody pick us up in an hour?”

“Earlier if I can’t take it any more,” Shego demanded.

Anne shook her head, “This is not a good idea. I’ll be here, or one of your brothers.”

Anne got back in the car. Kim and Shego walked to the door of the coffee shop. Shego resented having to hold the door for Kim, but the handcuffs meant the redhead needed help.

Shego experienced the peculiar feeling she suffered at Lipsky and Load, an unfamiliar room and people she’d never seen treating her like an old friends in familiar surroundings.

“Kim! Sheila! The usual?” a young man with black hair and too many piercings called.

“Sure,” Kim responded.

“Got some people in your booth, want me to shoo them out?”

Kim hesitated. Normally she would have said no, but she hoped that familiar locations would help Shego regain her memory, “Thanks, Tony, I don’t want to inconvenience anyone, but I’d really like to sit there this afternoon.”

“No problem,” he grinned. “We want Sheila to see something.”

“Doesn’t have to be this second, we’ll see who else is back there.”

“Why in the hell is he calling me Sheila?” Shego whispered as they strolled to the back of the coffee house.

“Because you didn’t trust me when we started coming here and you wouldn’t give me your real name. I mean, it was almost a year before you told me.”

In the back Kim took Shego’s arm and pulled her towards a large group sitting around several tables pushed together. There were whistles and a few laughs as the mostly women and a couple men saw the handcuffs.

“Didn’t know you were into kinky,” one of the women told Shego.

“She’s not,” Kim answered. “I lost a bet.”

One of the men spoke up, “Saw it on the news. Man, I’m glad you’re alive.”

“Yeah, well it left her memory shaken,” Kim warned. “She’s having trouble with names at the moment.”

That ended the laughter at the tables. “Will she be all right?”

“My mom, the brain surgeon, thinks so. We’re just out visiting old haunts.”

“Who were they?” Shego asked as they waited for Tony to ask the teenagers in the booth to move. Oddly enough the teens didn’t object and two even came over to shake Shego’s hand.

“Legal lesbians,” Kim explained as they headed for the booth.

Before they could sit down Tony pointed to a small brass plaque on one side, it read “Sheila sat here.” Kim laughed, “You’re as famous as I am,” and pointed to a small brass plaque on the other side which had obviously been there for awhile. It read, “Kim Possible sat here.”

“What’s a legal lesbian?” Shego wanted to know as she eyed the cup and biscotti. “And some of them are men.”

“It’s a study group for the law school. They don’t discriminate against non-lesbians. You’re a member.”

Shego looked at Kim in blank surprise, “I’m in law school?”

“Not any more, you’re out. You’re a lawyer.”

“My God, all the jokes about lawyers They’re true.”

“Well, I haven’t been able to reform you completely. And I wish you’d stop swearing in front of the girls.”

“What girls?”

“Our daughters.”

“Kim, call your mom I want to go Daughters? Those two little kids who were with you in the hospital when I woke up?”

“Yes. Their names are Kasy and Sheki.”

“They called me something weird I don’t remember what it was”

“Eemah.”

“Yeah, that was it. What in the hell does that mean?”

“It’s Hebrew for Mom. They can’t very call us both Mommy can they?”

“The Jewish thing again Did I carry them? They both looked a bit green. What do you mean, our daughters? Who’s the dad?”

“Uh, there isn’t a dad.”

“Call your mom. I’m hallucinating again.”

“Can we back up? Maybe talk about how we got started here?”

“I I guess so.”

“This was where we met.”

“This was not where we met. I remember that much.”

“I mean this is where we met under a flag of truce. You wanted someone to talk with and called me.”

“I called you?”

“I’m a wonderful listener. Anyway, we started to come here on Friday nights to have coffee and talk. We kind of covered life, the universe and everything.”

“And we fell madly in love, emphasis on the madly?”

“I guess so. You didn’t mention being bi, and I was in denial or something about liking girls at first. I guess it all clicked in place for me eventually, the reason I’d been so bad at my relationships with guys was because I didn’t really want the right guy – I wanted the wrong woman.”

“And that was me.”

“And that was you.”

Shego sighed, it seemed impossible. “So, we fell in love and lived happily ever after?”

“Uh, not exactly. We fought a lot. We’ve been in for counseling a couple times. We’ve been doing much better the last couple years.”

“That I can believe. The fighting part, any way, not us doing better.”

Shego nibbled at her biscotti for a minute, “I’m going to pretend for a minute I believe you–“

“Great,” Kim said, stretching her cuffed hands across the table to take the older woman’s hand. Shego jerked it back. “I said I’d pretend I believe you. It doesn’t change how I feel. Tell me about those two kids with no father Artificial insemination from anonymous donor? What do you mean, no father?”

Kim sighed, “Okay, Drakken was kidnapped by the Worldwide Evil Empire. They forced him to make mind-control chips to–“

“Excuse me,” Shego interrupted, “daughters, remember?”

“I’m getting there. WEE tried to take over Global Justice. My brothers had figured out how to disrupt Drakken’s mind chips and you got them to make some disruptors. Oh, they work for Drakken now I’m not sure what Mom and Dad think about that–“

“Focus, Kim.”

Kim hesitated, the memory still painful, “You went to Global Justice with me–“

“I was trying to help Global Justice?”

“Probably not. You wanted to rescue Drakken – or protect me.” Kim paused before she could continue. “You took a bullet meant for me You almost died.” She had to pause again.

Shego wasn’t sure what to think. She remembered nothing Kim talked about, but it was clearly very emotional for the younger woman.

“I was afraid I was going to lose you,” Kim continued when she was able. “I’d never loved anyone like I’d loved you. I suggested you donate an egg, we’d find a sperm donor and I’d carry the baby. I wanted part of you with me always. You said no Do you remember DNAmy?”

“Who?”

“I guess the answer is no. Over in Japan, in two thousand three, Dr Tomohiro Kono and his team produced a mouse with two mothers, no father. Amy Hall was on the team. She’s a great geneticist with a serious lack of ethics. I talked her into–“

Shego experienced another shock, “The girls are really yours and mine? No father?”

Kim nodded her head yes. “Oh, that isn’t terribly well known – be careful who you mention that in front of until you get your memory back.” Shego thrilled briefly at the idea of having something to blackmail Kim with, then realized that if it were true she would not want it to be known. “Twins, seems to run in both our families.”

“How are I mean Hell, I’ve got no idea what to say. What are they like?”

“Surprisingly normal, all things considered. Kasy is an utterly charming little terror, just like you. And Sheki is mature beyond her years, just like I was.”

Shego still seemed to be in shock, “I have kids?”

“It’s weird, but for some reason your Mom claims you were a polite child and says Sheki takes after you. And my Mom says Kasy is just like me. I’ve got no idea why she says that.”

“I was in the hospital when this was going on?”

“Yeah. Then they sent you to Canada. You spent some time in prison – you never told me what you did for Canada to let you out early. You came back to the United States Do you know who Betty Director is?”

“Wasn’t she just appointed head of Global Justice?”

“Well, just appointed a few years ago now. She helped you arrange bail so you could be with me. We were together when the girls were born.”

“Wish I knew what I did to get out of prison in Canada. Wait, I heard Ron lives with us?”

“My parents bought a huge old house. It was kind of investment property and kind of a ‘We don’t want to raise our grandchildren’ sort of thing. You and your brothers–“

“My brothers?”

“I, uh, sort of twisted your arm and made you go back to your family.”

“Even that jerk, Hego?”

“Hey, he’s saved your life Would it make you feel better that you two still fight constantly?”

“Thank God for small favors.”

“Anyway, you and your brothers did a lot of work getting it ready. Give me a minute to think of all the people we had staying with us Ron, Monique, Bonnie–“

“Bonnie?”

“A friend from high school Okay, an enemy from high school. We became friends. She and Ron are engaged. He was interested in Yori, but–“

Shego held up a hand for silence, “I don’t need the soap opera.”

“Oh, right. You’ll remember them all eventually.”

“All? How big is this house?”

“Huge. Oh, and we’ve got a ghost.”

Shego raised an eyebrow in disbelief, “A ghost?”

“That’s what you tell me. Sometimes I think it’s a conspiracy. I’ve never seen her. Sheki and Hana claim they can talk to her–“

“Hana?”

“Ron’s adopted sister. Anyway, her name is Helen–“

“I thought you said her name was Hana.”

“Hana is Hana. The ghost is Helen–“

“She has a name?”

“Do you want me to finish the story or not.”

“I’m not sure.”

“We did some remodeling a couple years ago and found Helen’s skeleton. Then–“

“Great, I’m living in a haunted house. Is that the end of this Twilight Zone episode?”

“Well, ah, the girl’s have a pet dragon.”

“You’re just making this up, trying to confuse me worse – aren’t you?”

“No, seriously. DNAmy, the geneticist, made it for them.”

“What do we feed it, goats or villagers?”

“It’s a small dragon I wish it would stop growing, but it does catch a mouse every now and then.”

“Kim, has your Mom been giving you any kinds of weird drugs? ‘Cause I’m not sure if I’m delusional or you are.”

“That’s not nice Oh, and the basement door has an unusual problem. Sometimes you open it there’s a different time and place at the bottom of the steps.”

“And I’m supposed to believe this?”

“It happened after a poker night. We used to have them all the time. Drakken and Wade–“

“Wade?”

“Wade Load, he was the brains when Ron and I were out saving the world.”

“When I called Drakken the other day some woman answered and said, ‘Lipsky and Load’. That Wade Load?”

“Yeah. Anyway, they were working on some miniature time machine and Kasy stole it and things went crazy around the house. Ever since then, sometimes when we open the basement door it doesn’t go to the basement.”

“Can’t we get it fixed?”

“Who do you call to repair it? Wade and Drakken have looked at it, they claim their machine couldn’t possibly have done anything like that.”

Shego stared off vacantly into space. “Being insane isn’t really so bad. You imagine the craziest things And think you are eating pistachio biscotti and drinking coffee.”

“Oh, and one last thing–“

“Promise?”

“Promise?”

“The one last thing part.”

“Ah, for now The night with the time egg, when things got crazy at the house? Some red-haired teenager showed up to help. She called you Eemah.”

“Well if it was a time screw-up it was probably Which twin has the red hair?”

“She said she wasn’t.”

They heard a cough and looked up. Kim saw her brother Tim, Shego saw one of the strangers who’d been at Lipsky and Load the day before.

“Mom said I was supposed to pick you two up. You were supposed to be outside waiting for me.”

“Sorry,” Kim apologized, “Shego and I always lose all track of time while we’re here.”

Tim noticed the handcuffs, “Whoa, I didn’t know you two got into the kinky stuff.”

At the car Tim held the door open for Kim. After he took his place behind the wheel Kim leaned forward and tapped him on the back of the head, “To the hospital, James.”

“His name is James?” Shego whispered.

“Sorry, that’s my brother Tim. So, did any of that seem familiar?”

Shego closed her eyes and thought for a minute. For some odd reason she decided to be honest. Perhaps it was because she really didn’t like Kim and didn’t care what she thought. “I don’t like you. I don’t trust you. I feel like you were shoveling a weird load of crap on me. And, at least right this minute, even if that stuff was true – and I don’t believe it – I’m not sure I want my memory back.”

To Shego’s relief Kim fell silent for the trip back to the hospital.