Story: Maybe we always were together (chapter 3)

Authors: charis-chan

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Chapter 3

[Author's notes: i don't own Kim Posible's characters]

The road was empty. There were rocks at both sides of it. The tiny carriage was traveling very slowly. It had been a week since it started it travel. It had been a week since that awful battle, since all that death, since all the pain. It seemed that had been a year, but it only was a week. A week of pain for Shera.

By now Shera was very familiar with the unstable movement of the cart. At the beginning it was impossible to bear all that movement. The nausea mixed with the tears. At the ending of the fourth day, Shera was very ill, both physically and emotionally. By now she only was the last. She was able to recover thanks to the very kind woman sat across her. The woman came to the castle the day after the battle. She was the princess’ governess.

“Darling, are you hungry?” see? She was kind, never, not a single time in her life; Shera was called ‘darling’.

Shera only stared though the window at the rocks that they were passing. Yesterday was the day that the tears stopped falling. Her eyes were red and little dried salty-water steams cross all aver her pale cheeks. She had been crying, not sobbing or weeping very much, only tears that fell like a permanent river, in front of the woman, but she didn’t care, and the governess didn’t say much. She felt guilty and pity. The girl was so young, she thought. A lovely little girl didn’t deserve so much pain. Although the girl didn’t spoke in the whole week, she was sure Shera was very lovely, and also very kind. She cried, when it was suppose that she wouldn’t. She was lovely and kind, the governess resolved, perfect for her little Princess.

“You know darling, I’ll really like to talk with you” her voice was like a lullaby, just sweet and low. She wasn’t the typically mad governess. She was just like a lovely mother.

“What do you want to know?” Her voice was hoarse after spending the whole week crying. She never spoke before, and that impress the old woman.

“I’ll be very glad if I know your name” she was very happy to finally been able to heard the girl’s voice.

“I’m known as Shego” she said flatly. She wasn’t interested in talk to the older woman. She only wanted to return the woman the favor she gave her, namely helped her to feel better a few days ago.

“But you’re named Shera, isn’t it?” she was trying to get her comfortable. It wasn’t working.

“If you knew my name, why did you ask?” she was getting irksome.

“I also knew you don’t call yourself that way, so I only wanted to know how I’ll been calling you. I’m Countess Elizabeth, but call me Betty.”

Shera turned her face away the window to stare at the woman. Her face showing disbelief. “Why do you are this way?”

“What way?” She was stoned by the question. What did she meant?

“This way” she said with a motion of her hand “I mean, nobody call me Shego now, in there I was called Shera, no matter what. And now you are saying that you knew I hate my name, and also you’re going to call me Shego. Besides, you’re telling me call you Betty, not Elizabeth, or Miss, or Countess. Why do you do this?” Really, she was very confused. In her whole life she learned to obey the elder people, and calling them by their titles. She never met a woman that allows her to call her ‘Betty’.

“That’s simple, dear. I know you’re a good person, and I also know that you are going to take care of my darling Kim” she smiled at her “I trust you”

Shera was touched by that. She blushed a dark red and her gaze dropped. “I don’t know what to do in front of a Princess” she mumbled shyly. See? Betty wasn’t wrong; she was a very good girl. Well with only a few people, and Betty was one of them. They only talked a few minutes, but she felt good. They barely said her that she was trust, or that she was a good person. That was too much for her. She was getting soft in front of that woman, but that wasn’t matter, Betty was someone to trust, she told herself, Betty was somebody that she will be good with.

“Don’t worry, she’s a good girl too” she was starting to love that pale girl “how old are you?” she ask out of the blue “You don’t seem to old, maybe sixteen or so”

Shera blushed a little more “Nope. I’m thirteen.”

“Only thirteen?!” she took her hand over her mouth, trying to avoid a gasp pf horror let her mouth. She is too young, poor girl, done that at thirteen? Poor little girl.

“Yeah. I’m thirteen.” She looked at her whit a puzzled expression. It was bad being thirteen? she wondered.

Betty tried to look calm. She smiled at the puzzled Shego “Then is better. My Kimmie is eleven.”

“Your Kimmie?” Shera asked

“The Princess” she said and Shego nod in understanding.

They stayed in silent for the rest of the trip. Shego notice that they were entering a huge villa. There were sellers in the street. She also saw the market and the blacksmith's shop. She was impressed with all that. She never saw so many peoples in a same place. They continued trough the village. Some time later she saw the cart passing trough a big entrance and moments later the carriage stopped. They arrived to the King’s palace.

The left side door opened and a young man greeted them.

“Welcome home, my Ladies” he said as he bow his head and steeped aside to her them get out of the tiny cart.

“It’s good to be home. Come Shego, you’ll love you’re room” she started walking toward the front gate. It was an enormous wooden door.

“My room?” she asked as she ran after the oldest woman. The things were getting stranger at the moment. Betty didn’t answer her. She was busy searching for someone.

They entered a huge room dressed in white marble. Shera never saw something like that before. It was amazing. It was the dance hall.

“Your highness, Princess Kimbra” a voice echoed in the room as they walked trough it.

Suddenly a little red-headed girl ran cross the dance hall and threw herself to Betty’s arms, who was in one knee and with her arms opened. The girl started sobbing the moment the older woman embraced her.

“It’s okay, it’s okay…” Betty said as she stood up gathering the girl in her arms and started rocking her while stroking her back. She was carrying the girl like a toddler. “I’m here.”

“Don’t leave me again!” the girl whined in the woman neck and started weeping louder.

“I’m here, Kimmie, I’m here.”

Shera saw the show with a mix of emotions: bit of shock, a bit of pity, a bit of guilt and a bit of embarrassment. Shock because she didn’t thought that Betty was stronger enough to carry the girl. Pity because the girl seemed to be very wounded. Guilt because she was the cause that the girl was crying that loud, she was the one that made Betty stay away the Princess for more then two weeks. And embarrassment because, well… the girl was very cute and adorable, also beautiful, and Shego blushed the moment she saw her.


“Stop doing that!” Shego barked at Shera, who was kneeling in front of Kim in a martial arts store, at Middleton Mall. “She’s not your fucking Princess. She’s is just a stupid red-headed that has thirty seconds to explain what she is doing here.” She glared at Kim. It couldn’t be happened. First Shera came into her house in Upperton. Now Kim knew something was going on. This can’t be happen

Shego told herself, this can’t be happen.

Kim didn’t answer, she was puzzled. A girl was in front of her kneeling and claiming she was her Princess. Only Shego call her like that, but only to get her nerves. But it seemed that that girl was very serious about calling her her Princess.

“She is the one I’m looking for” Shera told the pale woman in a whisper. That was fast, she thought. She came looking for her Princess, and now there she was in front of her. That was FAST.

“No, she’s not.” Shego was becoming irksome at the moment. If Shera didn’t stand up she would going to kick her butt very hard.


“Look, stand up and see her” Shego ordered and she stoop up. Shera saw Kim, she was older then her princess, that was sure, and also she was using a wired outfit. “See? She isn’t your princess” Shego said at Shera’s expression.

“So she isn’t her?” Shera asked her after seeing she was right.

“Nope” Finally. She understood!She grabbed the blade that Shera was holding in her left hand and started towards the cashier. It seemed that today Shego was going to buy all the stuff she need.

“Uh… Shego? What’s going on?” Kim said as ran to the other female. Ron and Shera followed “Where do you get another clone?”

“She’s not a clone. And what is going on is none of your business” She said at she purchased the black-handled blade. Then she gathered some of the bags of Club Banana Shera and she bought a while ago.

“Shego. You know I can take you to prison only to make you talk?”

“Sorry Pumpkin. You can’t” she seemed tired. She was not angry, or amused or even been naughty. She only wanted to finish what she was doing to go home and try forget about everything.

“Why not?” sure what was happening was none of her business, and she couldn’t take Shego with her for only know some stuff. But she was curious about what was going on. She followed Shego as she exited the store and started towards the car park

“Because all the warrants are expire. And I didn’t do anything to go to jail.” Why Kim needed to be there. It wasn’t fair.

“Shede” It was Shera who was talking “we both knew this was going to happen”

“I never wanted this to happen” Shego said in a low voice “I did all I could to avoid this, and you know it”

Kim looked between the other to females. She needs to be a clone, she thought. They were like twins the only difference was that Shego was taller and Shera didn’t has that greenish tone in her skin.

“You know you couldn’t escape” Shera’s voice was sorrowful ice and her eyes were fill with understood. “Neither I”

Shego signed “I know” She looked to Kim and Ron, both waiting her to been herself, namely, a bitch, and said them to get out of her way, but they were impressed when she act different. She looked at them with defeat in her eyes “You two have time for a long history?”

They nodded and the four went to sit at Bueno Nacho to hear Shego began her story.

[End notes: well here’s another chapter, hope you like it. R&R]

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