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A year earlier the Legal Lesbian's Solstice Party had turned into A Nightmare before Christmas for the residents of Possible Manor (although Ron and Bonnie had no particular reason to complain). Kim and Shego agreed, with fear and trembling, to let their house be used again for a party the next year.

NoDrogs created the twins in his story A Small Possibility, I gave them a new origin in the Best Enemies series.

Another Year, Another Solstice

"Are you sure you're okay with the tree?" Kim asked Shego as party planners set up another enormous Christmas tree in the entryway at Casa Possible.

"No," Shego sighed, "I am not okay. But it is important to you and I have to live with it."

"You sounded more positive about it when you said Alice could put it up… Is that just because she's your boss? I mean, Ron is Jewish and he doesn't mind."

"And I've told you a dozen times, Ron grew up Jewish. He's secure in who he is. I'm still not secure about being Jewish."

Kim put her arms around her partner and hugged her tightly, "You're Jewish dear. You're completely and helplessly Jewish. You're Jewish by birth. You're Jewish by choice. You're even a lawyer, for Pete's sake. I don't think you could be more Jewish."

"And you are sexy," Shego murmured, returning the hug, "Completely and helplessly sexy. I don't think you could be more-"

Kim's lips cut off Shego's words. "Eewww," Kasy complained, "Mommy, Eemah stop it."

Shego broke the kiss long enough to say, "Mommy and Eemah love each other. This is what grownups do."

"Be like your sister and ignore us," Kim suggested.

Shego's lips moved back towards Kim, but the redhead quickly interposed a finger in front of the green woman's lips. "Just promise me one thing. If this year's Legal Lesbian Solstice Party is anything, I mean anything, like last year's you will tell your boss 'no' if she ever asks to use our house again for anything, ever."

"Agreed," Shego assured her, and the intervening finger was removed.

"Eewww!" Kasy began again.

Sheki elbowed her sister, "Ignore them."

After the earlier disaster Judge Armstrong turned the second Solstice Party at Shego's home into a sit down dinner, strictly limited to members of the group living in Middleton.

"How do I look," Shego asked nervously an hour and a half before guests were scheduled to arrive.

Kim eyed her critically, "You look wonderful. Let's go check on Santa's little helpers."

"Chanukah gnomes."

"Chanukah gnomes?"

"Hey, it sounds more religious than working for some fat guy in red underwear who lives at the North Pole."

Kasy and Sheki were already in their green dresses, wearing green hats - each of which had a red feather, and wearing tights with red and white stripes. After looking at the twins Shego turned to Kim, "Changed my mind, Santa's little helpers after all."

Shego and the twins lit Chanukah candles. Then Kim and Shego watched their daughters play until the doorbell rang.

"Must be Alice - guests shouldn't be getting here for another half hour."

Bonnie took the judge's arrival as her cue to leave. "Ron and I will be at the Off-Elm Street Theater. Don't call us. I don't want to be pinched again this year." When she turned to go Shego quickly reached over and pinched her.

"Kim! Stop that!"

Kim glared at Shego, who tried very hard, and not very successfully, to look innocent.

Bonnie did not turn her back on Kim and Shego as she called, "Ron! Front and center!" The two had gotten engaged after the Solstice party a year earlier and Bonnie hoped he had gotten her a nice present for the anniversary. She was especially hoping for a ring to make the engagement official and had something very, very special in mind for Ron if he came through.

A few minutes after the two left the doorbell rang again, and Kim opened the door to find a uniformed policeman. "Can I help you?"

He politely touched the brim of his cap, "Officer Hernandez, Ma'am. Here to watch the door."

The redhead frowned slightly and turned to the two lawyers who were chatting, "Did someone order a policeman? And he had better not be a male stripper."

"Not for this crowd," Alice reminded her. "He's monitoring the guest list. We won't have another party like last year."

Steve Crandall, from the DA's office, arrived with his wife and their five year old daughter. Kim attempted to introduce Briana to the twins, but before she could finish Sheki grabbed the blond girl by the hand and exclaimed, "Come look at our room. We've got a Smaug."

"Smog in their room?" Mrs. Crandall asked.

"S-m-a-u-g," Shego explained. "Family pet."

"Cat or a dog?"

"No."

More arrivals forced the Crandalls to move in before they got an answer to the question.

The bar had been set up in the library again for the hour preceding dinner. The Crandalls saw little of their daughter during the cocktail hour, but heard the sounds of laughter and running feet often.

Before dinner started the guests assembled in the dining room. Judge Armstrong regarded the group as her family and had small gifts. She used Kasy and Sheki to deliver them to the different individuals.

While the twins stayed busy Briana complained, "Daddy, Sheki and Kasy have a ghost and a dragon. Can you get me a ghost and a dragon?"

"We don't have room in our house for a ghost or a dragon," her mother reminded her. "The ghost would want his own room-"

"They have a lady ghost. I could share my room."

"And dragons are too big for the house."

"It's a little dragon!"

"Is it an iguana, Sweetie?" Steve Crandall asked his daughter.

"It's a dragon, a real little dragon, I-"

"Mommy and daddy will look at it with you after dinner, okay?" The guests were beginning to take their places in anticipation of Chef Dimitri's dinner. Briana was to eat with the twins in their room, "Run along now. Go play with the twins and their dragon and let the grownups eat dinner."

By the time the adults had finished their salads the children were done eating. By the time the adults had finished their lobster bisque the three girls were bored out of their minds.

"We've got a great basement," Kasy told Briana.

"What's so great about your basement? Do you have a pool table?"

"Sometimes our basement isn't our basement."

"That's silly."

"Kasy," her sister reminded her sharply. "We aren't supposed to go down there without Mommy or Eemah. We got lost with uncle Jim and uncle Tim."

"How can you get lost in a basement?"

"It's 'cause we got a great basement," Kasy insisted.

"I want to see a basement you can get lost in."

"No!" Sheki said.

"Come on!" Kasy said and led Briana to the back stairs.

The basement door was under the backstairs and to one side of the kitchen. The servers and cooks were too busy to pay attention as the three girls stood by the basement door, closing and opening it and looking down.

"This is silly," Briana insisted.

"Well it doesn't happen all the time," Sheki explained. "Just sometimes you open the door and it's someplace else.

If she hadn't already met the ghost and dragon the blond girl would have thought they were crazy. But she was willing to stand there a little longer.

"Oh, see!" Kasy exclaimed.

Sheki peered down, "It's still our basement."

"But look, it's different. Its full of all kinds of stuff now."

"What happened to the light?" Briana wondered

It did look different, all three could tell that. But, from the light that came through the open door, it still appeared to be their basement, dimly visible at the foot of the stairs. But a basement altered from just a minute earlier.

"Can we go down?" Briana asked.

"Sure," Kasy replied.

"No, Mommy and Eemah said we can't go down when it's not our basement."

"It is our basement," Kasy pointed out. "It just looks different. Besides Eemah says if we keep the door open it won't change."

"Mommy says we don't know that," Sheki protested as Kasy grabbed a flashlight from a kitchen drawer and set a brick that was kept by the basement door for a doorstop in position to hold the door open.

"Come on," Kasy said, turning on the flashlight and leading the way. Briana went with Kasy, and Sheki reluctantly followed, still protesting.

"What is this stuff?" Kasy wondered as the flashlight illuminated old trunks, broken furniture and a wide range of junk in the basement.

"I don't know," Briana said. "But it smells funny. Maybe we should go upstairs."

It did not actually smell funny so much as it smelled musty. Musty enough that one of the servers who came in from the dining room went over and pulled the doorstop away from the basement door, letting it close.