A/N: So, I guess this is it: the last chapter in the last story of the trilogy. Thank you so much to everyone for reading, and I really do hope that everyone had as much fun with these 150,000 some-odd words as I did.
Chapter 10 – Tell It Like It T-i-is
Shego looked out at the galley and sighed. Most of the people were staring back at her in disbelief and the ones who weren't, namely everyone she and Kim were either related to or friends with, were looking at her in dismay, and Shego couldn't tell whether they were annoyed that she had told truth or worried that because she had told the truth. The judge, ever professional and used to odd events and testimony after decades on the job, banged her gavel to get everyone to wake up. Everyone in the court room excepting Shego jumped, and Shego allowed herself a small smirk at their discomfort. "Do you have any more questions for this witness?" the judge asked, addressing the prosecutor.
The prosecutor gathered himself and answered. "No, Your Honor," he said smugly. "I think I've gotten all I could have from this witness."
Shego glared at him. If she hadn't been in court standing trial for assault and battery, she would have shown the smug bastard all he could have gotten from the witness. Zan stood up hurriedly, not liking the look on Shego's face. "Re-direct, Your Honor?" she requested, hoping that getting Shego to answer a few more questions might salvage the situation. The judge nodded. "Ms. Goshen, how long have you been in contact with the spirit that you claim attacked the victim?" she asked.
"Since August," Shego replied.
"And would this be about the same time you started working with your current girlfriend, Ms. Possible, correct?" Zan continued.
"Yes," Shego answered.
"So, has Ms. Possible ever seen any this spirit?" Zan inquired.
Shego smirked. Zan was a damn good lawyer. "Um, yes, she has," Shego confirmed.
"And has anyone else seen this spirit?" Zan asked.
"Ron Stoppable, for sure, because she keeps insulting him," Shego said, thinking out loud. "And Wade Load, although he has only seen them through a video screen."
"Thank you, Ms. Goshen," Zan said. "I have no more questions, Your Honor."
"Would you like to re-cross, Counselor?" the judge asked the prosecutor.
The prosecutor shook his head. "I have no more questions for this witness, Your Honor," he reiterated.
"Very well," the judge answered. "You may step down," she told Shego. Shego nodded, stepped down and returned to her seat beside Zan.
Zan frowned as she stood up. She really had two choices: she could recall Kim and Ron to corroborate Shego's testimony or, seeing as Shego's admission didn't change the material fact that Shego had an alibi for her whereabouts on that night, she could do nothing and simply rest her case. After a moment's further thought, Zan decided to go with the second option. Kim was already Shego's alibi for the night of the attack. If Judge Lisitor didn't believe her testimony about that, there was no way in hell she was going to believe Kim's corroboration of a ghostly sighting, so there was no point in calling her anyway. "The defense rests, Your Honor," Zan declared, causing a murmur to ripple through the galley. Zan sat back down beside Shego. Shego looked at her questioningly and Zan shrugged.
Shego nodded, happy with Zan's decision not to prolong this courtroom drama crap anymore than they had to. She looked up at the Judge Lisitor, who seemed on the verge of making some sort if proclamation, but quickly lost interest when a familiar telltale drop in temperature accompanied by a spike in the room energetics reverberated around her. "No fucking way," she thought. She leaned over to Zan. "We might have an unexpected witness in a few seconds," she said quietly.
Zan looked at her with an eyebrow raised. "Define 'unexpected'," she requested just as quietly.
"Um, kinda dead?" Shego offered. The eyebrow inched up a little higher. "Yeah, I know, but I'm not kidding," Shego assured her, and at just that instant the galley gasped behind them, causing them both to turn. "Told ya," Shego muttered. Zan really didn't know whether to smirk or be scared out of her wits. On the one hand, it was gratifying to have the proof that would exonerate your client show up at the back of the courtroom. On the other hand, the proof was floating at the back of the courtroom, resplendent in fashion from early in the last century.
Sheila took in the sight of dozens of faces looking at her in shock, and she smiled like a lion that had just spotted the evening's dinner lounging on the savannah. She was in her element; making mere peasants like those in the courtroom bend to her will she was something she had done all her life and death could do little to change that, because even though her natural haughtiness had waned a bit, due mainly to Mim's influence, she could still command a room; she had never forgotten her highborn station and she could call back her arrogance in an instant. She glided up to the front as every eye remained fixed on her, and she stopped just before she reached the barrier between the galley and the front of the courtroom. "Please forgive the intrusion, Your Honor," she said respectfully, noting the judge was one of the few people in the courtroom who did not seem afraid of her. "But I do believe I have testimony that is critical to the outcome of this case."
Judge Lisitor looked at her and then cracked a small grin. "Of that I have no doubt," she said sardonically. "On whose behalf would you like to speak?" she asked, even though that was fairly obvious.
"The defense, if it pleases the court," Sheila said.
"The court has no objection," the judge answered. "Counselors, any objections?"
Zan shook her head. "No, no objections, Your Honor," she said, a small bemused smile showing through.
"How about the People?" Judge Lisitor asked the prosecutor.
""Um, the People have no objection," the prosecutor said, frowning at Sheila as if he was trying to convince himself he was actually seeing what he thought he was seeing.
Sheila floated up to the witness stand and stood behind it. Zan stood up, shook her head, smiled briefly again and let her lawyer instincts take over. "Would you please state your full name for the court, along with your place and date of birth?" she requested.
Sheila looked at her and smirked. "My full name is Sheila Lilliane Goshen, although most people call me Lil," she said. "I was born in Cook County, Illinois, in the year Eighteen Hundred and Eighty Two."
"And when did you die?" Zan asked, just to emphasize that Sheila was in fact dead.
"April, Nineteen Hundred and Eighty-Seven," Sheila answered.
"What is your relationship to the defendant?" Zan inquired politely.
"Sheila, Junior, is my great grand-niece. Her great-grandfather was my younger brother," Sheila replied.
"I see," Zan commented. "So, Ms. Goshen, could you please tell us what happened on the night of December 31st?"
"Certainly," Sheila said. "As I believe Junior -pardon me, Sheila- might have mentioned, my wife and I used to live in the house she currently resides in, and if we are feeling bored in the afterlife, we can drop in from time to time just to see what our young ladies are up to. Being as it was New Year's Eve, I thought it a perfect opportunity to wish them well, but they were not in residence when I entered the Mansion. Instead, I found Miss Johnson prowling around the living room."
"And what did you do when you found Ms. Johnson in the living room?" Zan prompted.
"It was quite obvious that she was there in some sort of misbegotten attempt to win Sheila back, so I decided to tell her that her machinations were futile," Sheila explained. "But she not only mistook me for Sheila, she also took exception both to my advice and my correction of her mistaken
identity. She grew quite agitated and raised her voice, at which point, I must confess, I grew rather angry myself, because there is only one who can chastise me in my own house. I never meant to harm her; I only wished to scare her so that she would leave my house and leave my great-grandniece alone."
"Thank you, Ms. Goshen," Zan said. "I have no further questions, Your Honor. Your witness," she told the prosecutor and sat down.
The prosecutor looked at Sheila and skepticism was written all over his face. He stepped up and asked his first question. "Forgive me, Ms. Goshen," he said. "But how exactly are we supposed to believe that you are who you claim to be? The defendant, the other Ms. Goshen, is a member and has been a member of world-renowned crime fighting teams that are known for their technological wizardry. How do we know that you are not a holographic projection that is being controlled by someone else?"
Sheila smiled. This dunderhead was not as obtuse as she had thought him to be. "That is an excellent question," she complimented him. "And the only way to answer it would be to bring up some hidden aspect of my life that a person of this generation would not know. Unfortunately that will be of little help, seeing as everyone who could vouch for my verity is also dead. So, I guess I will have to settle for this." She quirked an eyebrow, and within seconds, the temperature in the courtroom plummeted forty degrees.
"That's an interesting trick," the prosecutor allowed. "But you could also be controlling the thermostat."
"True," Sheila replied. "But the vents are still expelling heated air." The prosecutor, unable to help himself, went to check the heat register and frowned when he felt the warm air coming up from the floor. Sheila smiled.
The prosecutor snorted, and his visible breath billowed out in front of him. He ignored it and asked his next question. "I'm afraid I am not convinced, Ms. Goshen," he said mock-apologetically. "Do you have any other proof besides a well-performed magic trick?"
Sheila looked at him in amusement as the temperature in the courtroom started to return to normal. "Since a physical demonstration did not suffice, I suppose I must resort to spoken corroboration, even though, seeing as your family is involved, I would rather not," she said, her mock regret a counterpoint to his mock apology. "Although no one but your family knows it today, your family fortune was made by your great-grandfather Horace, a celebrated horse thief who from the age of thirty on walked with a profound limp after making the grave mistake of attempting to steal both Inspector Barkin's prize stallion and his daughter."
The prosecutor's eyes widened briefly before his face settled into a look of begrudging admiration. "Well played, Ms. Goshen," he admitted. Sheila smirked. "So, it does appear that you are who you claim you are," he said, tacitly conceding that she had been right about his family history. "But now how do we know that you are truly the one that committed the crime? You are already dead; you could confess to the crime, your great-grandniece could go free and it would be nearly impossible for us to do anything to you."
"It would not be 'nearly' impossible," Sheila disagreed. "It would be completely impossible, and that brings up a valid point; however, I can prove that it was I that attacked the young lady and not my great-grandniece."
"And how might you do that?" the prosecutor asked interestedly.
Sheila smiled and disappeared, causing the courtroom to gasp. She reappeared moments later, this time standing in the galley, and instead of her formal green dress, hat, gloves and upswept hair, she was now dressed in her black slacks, boots, a button-down white shirt with the sleeves rolled up and her hair plaited into a braid. She approached Nina, who after the prosecution had rested, had stayed to watch the rest of the trial and was now sitting in the galley. Nina looked at her thoughtfully and glanced over at Shego before bringing her gaze back to Sheila. A look of comprehension came to her eyes, and she nodded. Sheila nodded back and came even closer, causing Nina to look around her in apprehension, hoping that Sheila wasn't going to reenact the crime. Unexpectedly, a warm, supportive hand ended up on her elbow, and Nina turned to see Lt. Worley of the Middleton P.D. offering her hand in support. Nina took it, and held on for dear life as Sheila advanced. Sheila halted, not wanting to scare her. "I mean you no harm," Sheila assured her. "I only wish to apologize for my actions. While not completely unwarranted, they did go far beyond what was necessary, and I do hope that you will forgive me for the wrong that I have done you." Nina, not letting go of the hand she was clutching, looked at her warily but nodded. Sheila smiled and returned to the stand, and Nina relaxed her grip, but she didn't exactly let go of the Lieutenant's hand. The Lieutenant, although stunned that her hand had seemingly moved to Nina's elbow of its own accord, had no objection to this turn of events and willingly kept Nina's hand loosely clasped in her own. Mim, unseen even though she was right beside them, grinned.
When Sheila had returned to her former place and had turned to face him, the prosecutor resumed his cross-examination. "That was a most convincing apology," he said, "especially from a person who probably does not like to give them. But I am afraid I would still like more proof."
Sheila quirked an eyebrow; apparently the prosecutor had missed the part where Nina had obviously recognized her. Either that or he was just being especially difficult. "There was another witness to the crime; you could ask her to corroborate my testimony," she offered.
"Another witness?" the prosecutor questioned. "But the victim mentioned no other person in the house."
"Well, yes, my wife can be rather retiring at times, but she was present; the young lady simply did not see her," Sheila replied.
"And how exactly could the victim miss something as obvious as what I assume is another ghost?" he asked.
"The exact same way you can, apparently," Sheila said wryly. "My wife is standing right beside of you." The prosecutor jumped, and Sheila chuckled wickedly. "Your cadaverous pallor betrays an aura of foreboding," she quipped. Mim had always been better at the stealth approach than she, and she could, as she was doing now, fully manipulate people and objects in a room without being visible to the living, a skill Sheila had never been able to master or even accomplish once. "Would you like me to request that she become visible?" Sheila inquired politely.
"No, that won't be necessary," the prosecutor said dismissively, annoyed that he had been spooked. "Since anyone who grew up in this town has been to your house multiple times and should know that you failed to win whoever it was you were trying to woo with it. You never had a wife, in spite of your numerous attempts to say that you did."
Sheila's face remained calm and her voice stayed silent, but the room temperature plunged again, indicating her displeasure at the prosecutor's last statement. She considered her words carefully before responding in a calm tone. "I will say this once and only once," she said evenly. "Miriam Possible was not my friend, my secretary, my companion, or whatever euphemism best suits your fancy. She was my wife and I was married to her for eighty-three incredible years. I do not have the slightest clue how that wretched rumor ever got started, but it is not true. There was no man for whom I built the Mansion; I built the Mansion for Mim and Mim alone. I did not fail in securing the favor of my beloved; I won the hand of the fair lady I sought. And, by all that is pure and holy, I did not die a lonely spinster; I died in the arms of the one person who, even in death, I cannot exist without." Her eyes narrowed. "Are we quite clear on those points?" she asked, her voice lowering into a near growl.
"She has been waiting nigh onto a hundred years to say that," Mim said affectionately, yet softly to Kim, causing Kim to jump. Kim glared at her and Mim shrugged charmingly. Kim rolled her eyes and sighed, causing Mim to smile as she left Kim's side and floated her way up to the front of the courtroom
to stand by Shego's side. The prosecutor, facing Sheila, did not see her, but Judge Lisitor and the galley behind her followed her every move.
Shego glanced up and smirked. "Awesome to have you back, Nana Mim," she said quietly.
"Thank you, Junior," Mim replied, also quietly. "It is quite nice to be back."
Judge Lisitor looked at the new arrival and at the witness that was still on the stand. "That's quite enough," she decided. The prosecutor looked up at her, startled; he had fully intended to continue with his cross examination. "I am putting this line of questioning to an end, Counselor," the judge informed him. "Please return to your seat, and you, ma'am, thank you for your testimony. You are dismissed from the stand." Sheila inclined her head, disappeared and reappeared beside Mim. The prosecutor, although very confused, did as he was told, and as he turned, he saw Mim standing quietly by Shego. "Due to new evidence that has presented to the Court, it is my decision to dismiss all charges against the Defendant, Ms. Sheila Miriam Goshen. Ms. Goshen, you are free to go. Court adjourned," Judge Lisitor declared, banging her gavel. She got up and the court rose with her. She took one last look at who was in her courtroom, shook her head in disbelief and returned to her chambers.
The courtroom dissolved into loud chatter, and Shego, still standing, looked at the two spirits present beside her. They chuckled and then promptly disappeared. Shego shook her head and turned to Zan. "Thanks for everything, Zan," Shego said, shaking her hand.
"Eh, from what I can see, you are going to be around for a while, so I figured I could do Ann a favor and keep you out of jail," Zan said, smiling. Shego chuckled and turned toward the galley only to find her arms suddenly filled with Kimmie. Zan laughed outright as Shego blushed. "Yup, not going anywhere," Zan confirmed.
"Hey Princess," Shego said embarrassedly, pleased but still a little mortified.
"Hey Junior," Kim responded, kissing her. Shego kissed her back, only to pull away when she heard several low chuckles, her mother's distinctive laugh among them. Kim, even though she started it, blushed. Shego laughed and turned her around so that they were both facing the passel of friends and relatives that had gathered around the defendant's table. There were a few moments of awkweird silence as people who knew nothing about each other but were connected anyway sized one another up and tried to think of something clever to say. Kim watched them shift around nervously for a couple of seconds before she realized what was up and decided to help everyone out with some introductions. The problem was, though, that she didn't know who to introduce to whom first. She decided that respecting her elders would be best, so she started off with her Great-Grandma Francis Director. "GG Fran," she said to the petite elderly woman at the front, "this is my girlfriend, Shego. This is her mother Lottie, her father Archie, and her brothers Bertie, Reggie, Augie and Willie. These are my friends, Monique, Ron and Lindsey and I think everyone else you know. Everyone else, this is my GG Fran."
Everyone murmured their hi-how-ya-doings, and GG Fran stepped up to Shego. "Very nice to meet you," she said, a small smirk on her face. "I knew your great-great aunts from way back when they used to work for me from time to time, and my granddaughter Betty has told me that you're following in their footsteps."
"Kinda," Shego admitted sheepishly. "Very nice to meet you, ma'am."
Kim smiled and moved on to the next generations. "And finally, everyone, this is my Grandma Nan, my Great-Aunt Pan, and to those of you who didn't know it before, Pan's daughter Zan, who was also Shego's lawyer," she said pointing to the pair of older identical twins and the woman in the suit beside Shego who had done all of the talking. Another round of mumbles followed, and Kim was confident that everyone had at least made precursory introductions. "So now what?" Kim asked Shego quietly as everyone else mingled.
"I wanna go home, Pumpkin," Shego pleaded.
Lottie overheard. "That sounds like an excellent idea, Mimi," she said enthusiastically. "An impromptu celebration at your house would be a perfect way for everyone to get to know one another."
"That's not what I said, Mom," Shego said flatly.
"No, but I'm sure that's what you meant," Lottie said cheerfully before bustling around the group to inform them of the change in plans. Everyone, much to Shego's dismay, was totally up for it, and so, after their jovial and boisterous group had decamped to the Mansion, Shego found herself in her living room talking to Kimmie's Grandma Nan as Lottie and Ann buzzed around ordering food and drinks, scrounging up chairs and learning how the stereo worked so there could be some light music playing in the background. Their mothers seemed to be enjoying working together, meaning Christmas hadn't been a fluke, Shego noted with some foreboding.
Everyone mingled and chatted, and all were having such a good time that no one noticed the silent presence of a transparent visitor watching the proceedings. That was fine with Jon because he had no desire to frighten anybody. He merely wanted to enjoy the party and soak in some of the happy, familial atmosphere that he had missed since he had been apart from Monica. "You would get more enjoyment from this soiree if you joined it rather than keeping to the periphery," Mim pointed out, suddenly appearing beside him. Jon turned and his face lit up, causing her to smile broadly in return. "You can return to her now, Jon," Mim told him affectionately. "And thank you for everything."
"I still say you have nothing to thank me for," he protested with a smile. "I knew the two of you would find a way to break the fundamental laws of the universe and still come out victorious."
"Only partially victorious," Mim admitted, with a self-effacing grin as Sheila materialized beside her. "We are banished here to Earth to watch over these two."
"And how may I ask is that punishment?" Jon teased. "You two were so interested in the lives of these two young ladies that you spent more time down here anyway." Mim blushed and Jon laughed. "Well now," he said, taking one last look around, "I think a goodbye is in order and then I shall be off. I shall miss you until you both return."
"Just go say goodbye to your great-grandnephew and be gone before Monica comes to look for you," Sheila retorted good-naturedly. "We will be back within the century, we promise."
Jon chuckled and glided over to Ron, alerting the room to not only his presence but also of the presence of the other two spirits. "Uncle Jon!" Ron said excitedly.
"Ronald!" Jon replied, equally as excited.
"I'd like you to meet my girlfriend, Lindsay Woolsey," Ron said, and a highly-amused Lindsay stepped up to say howdy.
"Very nice to meet you, sir," Lindsay said.
"Please, my dear, call me Jon," Jon insisted. "And it is very nice to meet you as well." He looked at them both and grinned. "Well, Ron, my boy, I only came over to say goodbye. Lil has returned and I can now return to my Monica. I am not quite as adept in sneaking about as those two, but I promise I will return when I can."
"Have a good trip, Uncle Jon," Ron said. Jon nodded and started to disappear. "And say 'hi' to Aunt Monica for me!" Ron requested. Jon laughed and disappeared completely.
Shego looked at the two ghosts who had come to float by her. "So what about you two?" she asked. "Kimmie told me you guys got in trouble for being down here. Do you have to leave soon to keep yourselves on their good side?"
"What? Trying to be rid of us, Junior?" Mim asked with a smirk.
"Not at all," Shego said honestly. "I just want to make sure you guys aren't going to take any heat for being down here."
Sheila and Mim looked at one another and with that glance decided it was time to confess. "We will be down here for quite some time," Sheila admitted. "Our punishment was banishment to Earth."
"For how long?" Kim asked, joining the conversation as everyone in the room surrounded Mim and Sheila.
"We are not certain, but we estimate eighty-five years," Mim replied, and Shego winced.
"Um, no offense, Nana Mim and Nana Sheila, but does that mean you are going to be hanging around the Mansion for the next eighty-five years?" Shego asked apprehensively, thinking if the answer was "yes", she was going to have to move.
"From time to time, yes," Mim confirmed. "But we have been liberated from our obligation to appear only at the Mansion; we can go anywhere we choose, as we demonstrated by appearing in the courtroom."
"Wait a second," Shego said dubiously. "You two got busted for being down here, and yet they sent you back down here permanently and gave you a free pass to roam anywhere you want to go?"
"It was inexplicable to us as well," Sheila admitted. "The only explanation that seemed plausible to Mim and I was that since our transgressions had been committed to protect humanity, we had been spared the punishment it seemed we deserved."
The living looked at the dead until Ron startled everyone by snapping his fingers and breaking out into a wide grin. "This is just like Commander Kane in Space Passage IV!" he said animatedly. They all looked at him like he had completely lost his marbles. "You know, Space Passage IV, when Commander Kane and the crew of the X.M.S. Revenge were on trial for blowing up the Revenge when all of the Korpulons were on board. They should have gotten kicked out of the Union, but instead they got the Revenge Mark II, because they had just saved the world by time jumping and bringing back the orcas."
Lindsay shook her head. "The situations are nothing alike, Ron," she said exasperated. "Commander Kane blew up the ship for revenge and that's what he was on trial for; these lady ghosts did whatever it was they did to save the world and were on trial for that. Totally not the same."
"Wow," Shego commented. "They really are perfectly matched dorks." She turned to Kim. "You mean you really gave all that up for me?" she asked dryly. "I mean, I can't even dream of approaching that level of dorkitude."
"Be nice, Shego, or I'll have Aunt Mim tell the story of you and the crystal violet," Kim warned with a wicked smile.
"And I would in a heartbeat," Mim added.
Shego put her hands up in surrender. "All right, all right, I give; I'll be nice,'" she capitulated. "Isn't this supposed to be a party or something?" she asked irritably when she realized everyone was staring at her. Kim's family coughed as her own cracked grins, but they all dispersed and pretty soon they settled into a nice afternoon of getting to know one another and celebrating Shego's freedom.
Epilogue – About two and a half months later
"Beep, Beep, Be-beep!"
A green eye cracked open. "That had better not be what I think it is," a grumpy voice grumbled into the early morning sunlight.
"Beep, Beep, Be-beep!"
Both eyes opened this time and their owner growled. "I am going to fucking kill Wade," Shego vowed, making a grab for the beeping object on Kim's wrist.
"It's indestructible, so there's no point in trying to break it," Kim reminded her, as she sleepily moved her wrist out of Shego's reach before rolling over to answer it. "Hey Wade," she said as she answered it. She was still too drowsy to manage a "What's the sitch".
"Happy Birthday, Kim!" Wade bellowed, startling Kim into being fully awake.
"Um, thanks, Wade," Kim replied, happy that he'd remembered but wishing it hadn't been so early.
"You're welcome, Kim!" Wade replied, still at full volume. He clicked his mouse button to activate something on his computer, and the next thing Kim knew, her wrist Kimmunicator started belting out "Happy Birthday" at its highest volume.
It was at this point that the third party in the bed took exception to all of the ruckus. Rama sighed, got up and came over to Kim. He zeroed in on the object that was making the noise, grabbed it in his teeth, growled and pulled it off of Kim's wrist, all without leaving a scratch on Kim. He then took the still-blaring device, walked across the width of the bedroom, nudged the window open with his nose and dropped it from the second story. Looking satisfied, he walked back over to the bed, jumped up and flopped down on it.
Shego smirked and rubbed his head. "That's my awesome leopard," she said proudly as the now-faraway strains of "Happy Birthday" came floating through the open window. Kim rolled her eyes and Shego laughed. She gathered Kim up into her arms and lay back down on the bed so that they were both reclining. "And to be a little less obnoxious about it, Happy Birthday, Princess," Shego said, kissing her. "How does it feel to be the 122nd richest woman in the world?" Shego teased after they had separated.
"Not much different from being an upper middle-class teenager… yet" Kim said, with a smile. "But I have some plans here and there."
"Like?" Shego prompted.
"Like paying for college outright and helping all the kids from my senior class do the same," Kim answered.
Shego raised an eyebrow. "You're springing for college for everyone?" she asked, impressed. "Even Bonnie?"
"If she wants to go, sure," Kim replied. She looked at Shego, smiled and sat up, dragging Shego into a sitting position with her. "And, if she wants it, I would pay for my girlfriend's education too."
"Eh, your girlfriend could pay for her own education if she wanted one," Shego pointed out. "And besides, I'd actually have to get into somewhere first." Kim blushed, got up from the bed and retrieved an envelope from the desk. She sat back down across the bed from Shego and handed it to her. Shego looked at the envelope suspiciously. "What is this, Pink?" she asked warily. Kim shrugged and blushed again. Shego noted the Upperton University return letterhead before flipping over the envelope and slicing it open with a fingernail.
"Dear Ms. Goshen," it began. "Congratulations! We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to the incoming freshman class of Upperton University scheduled to matriculate in the coming Fall semester…" Shego didn't finish the letter, but instead folded it and looked at Kim with wry amusement on her face.
"So when exactly, if I may ask, did I apply to Upperton?" she asked archly.
"Applications were due in January, and you got yours in at the last minute," Kim replied cheerfully, her apprehension gone now that Shego didn't appear to be upset.
"Did I now?" Shego questioned. "And since I don't remember any of it, how did I get my transcripts, letters of rec, SAT scores and all of that crap?"
"Um, you might have had Wade break into a few systems and get them sent out," Kim offered. "And you might have asked Dr. Bidopsis, Dr. Zene and Dr. Brueck for letters of rec."
"I see," Shego commented. "Lemme guess, Upperton is where you are going in the fall?" Kim nodded. "And, let's see here, Upperton is only like fifteen miles away, meaning we could still live in Middleton while we went to school, which in turn means this is probably the culmination of the "you're moving in and bringing the leopards with you" plan that I first heard about at New Year's," Shego guessed. Kim blushed and nodded. Shego looked at Kim and her mind drifted back to a lonely, crappy little cell in the Middleton County Lockup. "So how do I go about accepting this illustrious space in the Upperton freshman class I've been offered?" she asked resignedly.
"Really?" Kim asked elatedly. "You'll come to college with me and let us move in?"
"Well, yeah, doy," Shego answered, as if her choice was inevitable. "I'm kinda in love with you, you know."
Kim grinned. "I know," she said impishly. She vaulted off the bed and opened the top drawer of the dresser, rummaging around until she found was she was looking for. She sat back down on the bed, but continued to wiggle with excitement as she gave Shego a small box. "Um, I was kinda hoping that you would say yes, and I got you this in case you did." Shego opened the box and inside lay a sliver ring with diamonds and emeralds inset into the band. Shego stared at the ring, and thinking she was upset, Kim hastily tried to explain. "Um, I know we haven't been together that long, and I don't want to rush things, but I really wanted to let you know that I plan on sticking around for a really long time, and I thought this would be the best way to say it," she said quickly.
Shego took the ring out its box and admired it before putting it on her left hand ring finger. "It's beautiful, Princess," she said. "And I might as well say yes because you won't stand for anything else." Kim blushed, but had to grin triumphantly when Shego leaned in for a kiss.
"Girls!" came Mrs. Dr. P's voice unexpectedly from the other side of Kim's door, causing them to break apart. They had soon discovered after Shego had gotten out of jail that they didn't like sleeping separately, so they divided their time between Shego's room at the Mansion and the Kim's room at the Possibles. Today was a Possible morning, meaning they were dressed in pajamas and attempting to behave themselves. "Time for breakfast!" Kim's mom told them. "And don't forget we still have to go shopping for the party this afternoon!"
"We'll be down in a second, Mom!" Kim called back. "Breakfast, Junior?" she asked Shego.
"Love some," Shego replied. She got up off the bed and pulled Kim with her, her eye catching on her new ring as she did so. She looked at it and smiled, only to frown when she thought of something else. "Shit," she swore.
"What?" Kim asked. "Something wrong?"
Shego sighed and shook her head. "I think I owe my mother five bucks," she said wryly.