Some Wounds Don't Heal Ch. 2

Some Wounds Don’t Heal

By FAH3

2.

“I can’t believe this. I’m still having a hard time believing this.” Shego said as her and Anne drove into the suburban area of Go City.

They weren’t able to meet the next day as they had planned. Shego had to let her shoulder heal and mainly try and convince herself that it was a coincidence that she and Dr. Possible’s daughter had the same birthday, that there wasn’t anyway she could be related to the cheerleader. But Shego had to be sure of it. She was able to convince Anne to go with her to Go City and actually find out, especially that the news of the good doctor’s actions were now in almost every newspaper and new station ever known.

Anne was able to convince Kim to let her car for a while, but she lied to her family about why and told them she was heading to a medical conference. She hated lying like that, but she didn’t want to tell everyone that there was a slim chance that she had found her long lost daughter until she got all the facts straight. There was already one thing that she and Shego already had in common. They needed to see it to believe it.

“Shego, you could just have the same birthdays in common. We won’t know anything until we talk to your father.” Anne said to her.

“I hope so, but I’m getting that gut feeling that says ‘I doubt it.’ Of course, I don’t know about the talking part.” Shego said.

“Excuse me?” Anne asked, not really understanding what Shego has just said.

“After mom died, dad spent a lot of his time being involved in his work as a contractor. When the meteor hit, and Hego had his so-called brilliant idea, he just buried himself even deeper in it.” Shego said.

“Then how are we going to find out about you birth?” Anne asked her.

“When we left, dad put a bunch of our medical records and other stuff in an old filling cabinet. If we’re lucky, it’ll all still be in there.” Shego said.

“Please tell me were not going to break into your father’s house.” Anne said.

“I figure since I’m his daughter, it’s not really breaking in.” ‘I’ll just consider it a bonus if he isn’t my dad.’ Shego thought to herself.

“Why don’t we talk about something else? What was your mother like?” Anne asked.

“She wasn’t a saint, but she was mom. She was a bit sarcastic and didn’t have a lot of patience when people were trying to blow smoke at her, which probably explains my attitude and look.” Shego said.

“Look?” Anne asked.

“She was kind of a Goth person. She didn’t wear all the dark makeup or weird jewelry, but she liked to wear black lipstick with black clothes. That might explain why I like wearing black so much. And it matches everything else about me.” Shego said as she waved at her black hair and green skin.

“Did she die when the meteor crashed?” Anne asked, taking a chance to find out.

“No, she didn’t. Mom always loved to have kids. She told me that when she and dad got married, they wanted to have at least twelve kids.” Shego said.

“Twelve?”

“Yeah, twelve. One night when I was little, I couldn’t go to sleep and went to get a drink. I overheard mom and dad arguing about something. It turned out that mom found out she was pregnant, but dad was against it. I overheard them saying that after her last pregnancy, the doctor said that another one could seriously damage her health. She didn’t care and she was having the baby, so that was the end of the discussion. When she decided she was going to do something, she went and did it. She died after she had my twin brothers.” Shego said.

“I’m so sorry, Shego.” Anne said.

“It’s okay. My brothers and I looked out for the twins afterward. We knew mom just wanted us to be safe and happy, so we guarded each other like hawks. But every so often, I feel guilty that she died because of me.” Shego said as she watched the passing landscape.

“How did she die because of you?” Anne asked her.

“Because being pregnant with me is what killed her.” Shego said.

“Shego, you know that’s not true.” Anne said to her.

“My brain does, but my feelings don’t. But if this turns out – I can’t even think about it.” Shego said as she leaned her head against the head rest.

“If you don’t mind me asking, but why were you named Shego?” Anne asked her.

“I was wondering when someone was finally going to ask me that. When the twins were learning how to talk, they couldn’t say our names right. They kept trying to say both of our first and last names, and it came out different. Instead of trying to correct them, we just let them go with it and their nick names for us stuck ever since.” Shego said with a smile.

“That’s so cute. When Kim was learning how to tie her shoes, she had put her shoes on the wrong feet. When I corrected her, she kept saying ‘This is my right foot and this is my wrong foot’ for a week.” Anne said with a smile.

Shego did laugh a little at the story. She didn’t want to admit it, but that was a cute story. Maybe she could use it for a little blackmail. But this trip was turning out longer than she thought, and she didn’t feel like letting out old skeletons. There were just too many bad memories. Not wanting to talk anymore, Shego reclined the seat back and tried to sleep the rest of the way.


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It wasn’t that much longer that Shego and Anne arrived at the small home her father lived in. When all of the siblings decided to live in the Go Tower, he didn’t see the need of keeping their old large house and bought this smaller one. It wasn’t easy living with her dad, always doing his best to keep his feelings in check and not letting anyone see him cry; especially when it came to her mother. She knew this wasn’t going to be easy, but nothing in Shego’s life ever was.
“Are you ready?” Anne asked as they stepped out of the car.

“As ready as I’ll ever be.” Shego said as she took a deep breath.

Shego knocked on the door, but no one answered. She gave it a harder knock, but still nothing. Shego let out a small growl of frustration as she looked through the door’s small built in window.

“No one’s home?” Anne asked her.

“What gave you the first clue, Sherlock?” Shego asked in frustration. “Sorry. It was a force of habit.” She said.

“So you have a key?” Anne asked her.

“Sure, I got it right here.” Shego said as she ignited a finger and shot a small emerald fire ball through the deadbolt and the lock in the knob. With a good push with her shoulder, the door opened with a loud crack. “Ladies first.” Shego said.

“If you haven’t noticed, you’re a woman too.” Anne said as she walked.

“Woman? Yes. But I never said I was a lady.” Shego said as she followed the doctor inside and propped a chair against the door to keep it closed.

“Where would your father keep his filling cabinet?” Anne asked.

“Last time I saw it was before he moved into this place, and that was years ago.” Shego said.

“You didn’t see it the last time you were here?” she asked her.

“I didn’t really look for it.” Shego said. “So it’s either going to be in his office or the attic.” Shego said.

“I hope you liked playing Finders Keepers growing up.” Anne said as they started looking through the house.

“When one of my brothers found something I liked, I just took it.” Shego said with a sly grin.

“For some reason, that doesn’t surprise me.” Anne said as they looked through the house.

It took a little over five minutes, but they finally found the room that had been turned into an office, along with the old metal filling cabinet. As Shego was trying to move enough of her father’s around to clear enough room for the drawers to open when Anne noticed one small detail.

“Shego, did these always need a key?” Anne asked her.

“A key?” Shego asked as she looked. “Ah, crap in a handbag.” Shego grumbled.

“Where did you learn that?” Anne asked her.

“I kept getting grounded when I cursed, so I tried to think of something else to say.” Shego said as she formed a small plasma orb and stuck it into the key hole of the desired drawer. “Fire in the hole.” Shego said as she and Anne stood back and watched as the small explosion shot the drawer out of the cabinet like a bullet out of a gun.

“Well, that worked.” Anne said, still a little amazed at what she saw.

“No, it just means I’m rusty. Last time I did that to a filling cabinet, I blew out all the drawers.” Shego said.

Anne didn’t want to know any details, so she didn’t ask. Her and Shego began looking through the many folders in the drawer, trying to find any clue about Shego’s birth.

“Didn’t they ever talk to you about the day you were born?” Anne asked her.

“I would ask, but they always said everything was normal. Not a lot to talk about.” Shego said.

“That’s a little odd. From my experience, there isn’t such a thing as a normal birth. Wait, I think I found something.” Anne said as she found a binder that was just labeled kids.

To her amazement, it contained all the medical records to all of Shego’s brothers, but the file with all the medical information about Shego was in the back.

“Find anything interesting?” Shego asked sarcastically as Anne began to flip through the papers.

“You’re allergic to penicillin; which is another thing you have in common with Kim.”

“Oh, great.” Shego groaned, not wanting to hear that she yet had another thing in common with the cheerleader.

“Shego, I don’t think you’re going to like this.” Anne said.

“If it’s another thing I have in common with your daughter, I’m gonna,” Shego started as she looked up, but stopped when she saw what Anne was reading. “Is that what I think it is?” Shego asked her.

“It’s an adoption certificate for Shelia Gogh.” Anne said.

“Oh my God.” Shego said as the shock hit her.

Shego yanked the document from the folder and looked at it. This just couldn’t be right. All her life, she had asked if she was adopted just because of her brothers’ idiocy, but she never imagined that it was true. She kept looking at it over again and again, like it would change if she kept doing so. Each time she saw the printing, her heart kept sinking lower and lower. Her parents had lied to her the whole time. All those years of her thinking that they were her mother and father wasn’t true. She glanced at the paper one more time to make sure she was reading it correctly, when she noticed something. It was small and any other set of eyes would have missed it, but it was there.

The official seal on the document, there was something off about it. Shego had forged numerous documents over the years as a villain, including official documents. That’s why this seal was bugging her. She didn’t know why, but there was something off about it.

“Did you snag Kimmie’s little communicator?” Shego asked Anne.

“I’ve got one the boys made me.” Anne said.

“Can you contact the nerd linger and get him to take a look at this?” she asked.

“Why?”

“I just need to be sure about something.” Shego said.

Anne looked at Shego’s face and saw the concern in it, but she also saw something else. She was frightened. In all the stories Kim had told her about this woman, almost a living Wonder Woman, she hadn’t ever heard of this woman being afraid. In that moment, she seemed to look more like a frightened child than she did a feared criminal. Anne removed the device from her pocket and activated the link to Wade like the boys had showed her.

“Morning Dr. Possible.” Wade said in his usual cheerful disposition.

“Wade, I was wondering if you could help me with something.” Anne said.

“Sure. What do you need?” he asked.

“A friend of mine needs an adoption paper to be analyzed. Do you think you can do something to tell me anything about it?” Anne asked him.

“No problem. The Kimmunicator 2.0 has an advanced scanner built into it. Just run the back of it a few times over the document for me to get a full scan.” Wade said.

Anne did as Wade instructed her while Shego sat against her father’s desk, biting down on her lower lip. Saying her nerves were about frayed would be a huge understatement at the moment. She couldn’t help but pop her fingers one at a time as she waited on both of them to finish. What only took a minute or two seemed to past like years to Shego at that moment.

“I’ve got a full digital copy on my end. Let’s see what’s so – whoa.” Wade said, causing Shego to look up.

“What is it, Wade?” Anne asked.

“Whoever was suspicious of this has a good reason to be. This document is a fake.” Wade said.

“How can you tell?” Anne asked him.

“It’s the official seal. Many states change the way these seals are printed after a while to avoid falsifying records. I tapped into the database, and this doesn’t match any on record. It’s good, but it’s still a fake. This adoption wasn’t legal.” Wade said to her.

“T-thank you, Wade.” Anne said and deactivated the link.

“And I thought the day the comet hit was one of the worst days of my life.” Shego said. “Never mind my mother dying since she wasn’t my mother.” Shego said as her fists started to clinch. “How could they not tell me?” she growled to herself as her hands began to give off a faint green light.

“What the hell happened here?” a gruff voice called out from the living room, causing Shego’s fists to tighten.

That’s when the owner of the voice appeared in the doorway to the office. He was a tall man that was wearing a suit that looked like it needed to see a washing machine as soon as possible, with what was left of his black hair thinning and receding while half of it had turned gray. He wore a pair of thick black framed glasses while a full salt and pepper beard covered the lower half of his face.

“Shego? You better have a good explanation for all of this!” he said as he saw the state his office was in, not to mention the broken frame of the front door.

“Me? You better have a pretty damn good explanation for this!” Shego said as she grabbed the adoption certificate and shoved it in his face.

“W-where? When did you find out about this?” he asked her, shocked to discover what his daughter found.

“I think the more appropriate question is WHY IS IT FAKE?!” Shego shouted.

“What do you mean fake?” her father asked her.

“Don’t give me that crap. This thing is a fake. F-A-K-E, FAKE!” Shego shouted.

“She’s telling the truth, sir. We just found out ourselves.” She said to him.

“Who are you?” he asked her.

“I’m Dr. Anne Possible. I’m a Nero Surgeon at Middleton General.” She told the man.

“Then can someone tell me what’s going on?” he asked.

“I’ll tell you what happened.” Shego growled.

“Shego, just sit down and cool off.” Anne said as she placed a hand on her shoulder.

“But,” Shego started.

“Shego, being mad won’t get us anything any faster. Now just sit down and cool it.” Anne told her in a firmer voice.

Shego sat down in her father’s office chair and bean to fume as Anne took a deep breath.

“Can someone tell me when I stepped into the Twilight Zone?” he asked.

“Sir, do you know a Dr. Greg Nelson?” Anne asked, wanting to get down to business.

“Greg? Of course I know him. He’s an old roommate of mine from college. But I don’t see what that has to do with,”

“Your old roommate was arrested for selling newborn babies as a hobby.” Shego said to him.

“Do what?” her father asked.

“It’s true, Mr. Gogh. It’s all over the news and the newspapers. And right now, I need you to tell me how you adopted your daughter.” Anne said to the man.

“Greg? No, it can’t be. There’s got to be some sort of mistake.” He said.

“There’s no mistake, dad. He told us to our faces what he’s been doing.” Shego said as she stood back up.

“But what does this have to do with you?” he asked her.

“Because there’s a good chance she’s one of the babies he took.” Anne told him.

“I don’t mean to be rude, but why are you here?” he asked her.

“Because she’s probably my real mother, daddy!” Shego spat.

“What? B-but,” her dad sputtered before he sat in the chair his daughter had occupied not too long ago.

“Sir, I beg you. What happened when you adopted Shego?” Anne asked him.

“My wife and I wanted to have a daughter, we always did. But the doctor told her she couldn’t have anymore children, that all the stress she had endured through her last pregnancy had taken too great a toll on her.

I ran into Greg one day and we had a cup of coffee at a local restaurant, and I and told him we were trying to adopt. He told me never to tell anyone, but he knew a lawyer that could speed up everything and get us a baby for a certain price.” He said.

“So you bought me? Just like that, you bought me like I was a car or something?” Shego asked him, starting to get upset.

“It wasn’t like that! We just wanted a little girl. Besides, Greg told us you were the daughter of a teenage mother.” George said.

“Well guess what? It turns out I was planned, I was wanted. You basically helped in kidnapping me.” Shego told him.

“Shego, calm down.” Her father said.

“NO, I WON’T! YOU KNEW ALL OF THIS THE WHOLE TIME! ALL MY LIFE, YOU NEVER TOLD ME THIS! THAT I WASN’T YOUR DAUGHTER! AND WHAT’S WORSE, YOU MADE ME BELIEVE THAT MOM DIED BECAUSE OF ME!” Shego shouted.

“I did not!” the man said defensively.

“Like hell! I asked you so many times that if mom being pregnant with me is what killed her. AND ALL YOU DID WAS HIDE IN YOUR DAMN OFFICE! YOU LET ME BELIEVE THAT HER DYING WAS MY FAULT!” Shego shouted.

“I – I didn’t want you kids to think that – I didn’t want to tell you about the adoption. You just fit into our family and – and I saw no reason to tell you the truth.”

“You son of a bitch.” Shego said as tears began to return full force while George started to break down and cry.

So it was true, all of it. Shego was one of the babies that quack had stolen from another family, and she had been bought like she was a Christmas ham. How do you buy a human life? She just stood there, frozen. She felt like all of her motor functions had decided to stop, and every part of her brain had screeched to a dead stop as the information sank in. She wasn’t a Gogh. Everything she had known, her whole life, had been nothing but a lie. And her mother that she loved so much, one of her idols, had never really been her mother. All of this new knowledge felt like a weight that was slowly crushing her chest. Not knowing what to say or what to do, Shego bolted out of the room and out of the house. Anne followed not too far behind her.


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“Shego, wait!” Anne called out to her as Shego reached the car.
“I can’t believe this! My whole life’s a lie. I don’t even who I am anymore. How can somebody do this? How can someone just decide to ruin people’s lives?” Shego asked as tears started to make themselves known.

Anne held her in a tight hug, letting her cry her anguish out on her shoulder.

“It’s all right; everything’s going to be fine Shego.” Anne said.

“Don’t call me that; it’s not my name. I’m not supposed to be named Shego, my name was supposed to be Hannah.” Shego cried.

“It’s all right. We still don’t know if you’re my daughter or not.” Anne said.

“Come on, Doc. Look at everything. Dad and Nelson were roommates in college, and he just admitted to buying me from him like you get something from Wal-Mart.” Shego said as she straightened up.

“Shego, there’s one more test I need to do. And it’s going to involve that blood sample I took.” Anne said.

“A DNA test?” Shego asked her.

“I’ve got a friend in the hospital who can do a rush on it, but it’ll probably take about a day to get the results.” Anne told her.

“I don’t care how long it takes, I just need to know.” Shego said.

“Okay. As soon as we get back to Middleton, I’ll have them do the test.” Anne told her.

“Thanks.” Shego said.


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“Are you sure about this Anne?” Darcy, Anne’s friend, asked her as they sat in the empty private room.
“Of course I’m sure about this, Darcy.” Anne said as her friend removed the swab from the kit. “I need to know this as much as she does.”

“I know that Anne. But do you think it’s really her?” Darcy asked her.

“So far, everything’s been pointing in the right direction. She has Hannah’s birthday, and her father was Greg’s roommate, and her adoption record was false. This has to be her, Darcy.” Anne said.

“Here’s hoping she is, Anne. You’ve been through too much already for this not to be. How has James taken all of this?” Darcy asked.

“I haven’t told him yet.” Anne said.

“Girl, are you out of your mind?” Darcy asked as she swabbed the inside of Anne’s cheek, gathering enough cells for the DNA test.

“Well I can’t just bring it up at dinner. How was your day dear? Oh, our dead little girl is actually alive because some greedy bastard wanted to make an extra buck?” Anne asked her.

“I wasn’t suggesting you say it like that. But he has a right to know. That day Hannah was born, I never saw a man so devastated in all my life when Nelson said she was dead.” Darcy said.

“We both took it hard, Darcy. Hannah was our first child, and that’s why I want to wait. I couldn’t stand to see James get his hopes up and to be crushed again.” Anne said.

“What if she does turn out to be your daughter? You do know she’s a wanted criminal.” Darcy said.

“I don’t care, Darcy. I’ll love her no matter what. I missed most of her life, and I’m not about to miss the rest of it. God will have to kill me first before that happens.” Anne said as she gathered her things and walked out the door.

“I’ll put a priority rush on this for you.” Darcy said.

“Thanks, Darcy. I really owe you one.” Anne said as she left.

“Here’s hoping you find what you want, Anne.” Darcy said as she finished labeling the sample. “Here’s hoping.”