A/N: So, here it is, finally. This will be the last chapter of the last full-length Visitors Universe story. Three more one-shots will be coming, but I don't think I have enough story ideas for another of these long ones. As always, I hope that everyone has enjoyed it, and I thank you all so very much for reading my stuff.

Chapter 10 – Too Much Monkey Business

The Middleton Mansion – About two days after the wedding

Lord Monty Fisk, better known to the criminal underworld and law enforcement as Monkey Fist, crept around the hedges that lined the backyard of the Middleton Mansion. His eyes widened when he saw the size of the backyard, but knowing that no one was at home, he and his monkey minions continued their slinking until they came to the darkened back door. He kicked the door in with a well-placed strike and listened intently for any kind of burglar alarm. When only silence remained, he smiled smugly and the group entered.

"Stupid conceited women," he thought to himself as they made their way through the kitchen. Only the insufferably prideful combination of Kim and Shego would leave a house full of antiquities and valuables with no kind of security system. They probably thought their names alone would be enough to deter any thefts. It was really too bad then that every criminal in the world knew that they were on their honeymoon, Monkey Fist thought haughtily. Every petty thief and criminal mastermind knew that they were miles away, and, courtesy of Gemini, everyone knew that they had managed to find the elusive Tempus Simia, the artifact that Monkey Fist had been searching for his entire adult life. "Now we see if they were foolish enough to leave it in the house," Monkey Fist decided as he stepped over a lumpy rug that separated the kitchen from the living room and sent his monkey ninjas on a search for the idol.

The "rug" raised an eyebrow as the strange man started to look around the living room. Anna took a sniff, and her nose wrinkled. Whoever it was reeked of monkey, and no one that was supposed to be in the house smelled like that. She growled, bared her teeth and rose, preparing to pounce on the intruder.

Monkey Fist whipped around, startled by the presence of something else living in the living room. He saw the gleaming teeth and he backed up, calling out to some of his henchmen to subdue the cat. Anna ripped through the first ones with ease, and Monkey Fist called for more. Anna continued to fight, but soon she was overpowered and the monkey ninjas bound her legs and mouth to prevent any further attacks. Seeing her subdued, he laughed mockingly. "Really? You were the best security that they could leave?" he scoffed. A screech caught his attention and his conceited smile got wider as one of his monkeys came in clutching the Tempus Simia. The ninja handed it over, and with his prize in hand, Monkey Fist turned to leave. He paused as he felt a tap on his shoulder.

"Pardon us, good sir," a feminine voice said behind him. "But that artifact is not to leave the property."

Monkey Fist froze as he realized that voice sounded exactly like Kim's. He slowly rotated back around, and his mouth dropped open as he saw that there was not only Kim, but also Shego standing there. It fell a little bit further when he realized that they weren't standing but floating and that he could see right through them.

Mim and Sheila looked at one another with nascent grins, and their amusement grew when the monkey-resembling intruder stayed like that for at least a full minute. Finally, Sheila could not resist being wicked, so she floated over to him and came within an inch of his face. "Boo," she said wryly. Monkey Fist yelled, threw the Tempus Simia skyward and ran back through the kitchen out to the backyard, his monkey ninjas trailing him and screeching all the way.

Mim looked up as the idol started to fall to earth and she reached out her hands to catch it. She was too far away, though, and it slipped through her ghostly grasp. Sheila was a little closer and she also made a grab for it, but she was not as adept at becoming solid as Mim was and she could not conjure enough energy in time to make her hands a barrier. The Tempus Simia fell right through them and connected with the floor, smashing into thousands of pieces.

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The Tempus Simia chucked as he felt his body hit the ground and break into unrecognizable chunks. It had happened before, in times and at times infinitesimal, but every time the rush of being liberated from his stone prison caused him to laugh. The temporal energy of his being started to diffuse throughout the eons and he enjoyed the sensation of being free. Knowing he had little time before the rules that must be followed caused his body to reform, he sent himself throughout time, looking at what his latest adventure with his sister's liberators had done to the time stream.

He smiled with pride when he brushed past ancient Rome. As they had done every time that Providence had brought them here, Red and Green had not only averted the civil war, but had also ensured that Caecelius would never realize her father's madness and kill Ronnicus in a fit of jealous rage, causing her estrangement from Minerva from the rest of her days. Her interactions with Green would temper Caecelius' impetuous nature, and Ronnicus would escape with his life, allowing the three of them to live out their days in peace.

He continued to travel and hesitated briefly in the 17th century, chuckling as in Middleton he spied a sleepy Daniel Director rise from his bed to collect his newborn son and daughter from their cradle. Even before this time loop had been set into motion by Providence, these children had existed, and from them Pink's mother and thus Pink herself had descended. But now, their grandfather would not be hung for murdering Christian Rockwaller, their young aunt would survive to marry a dashing young man with the last name of Renton, and they themselves would not be the product of an adulterous affair that would shame their families for generations. It was a much preferred outcome, and Providence had been kind to arrange the alternate future.

Providence had been kind in a lot of ways, he mused as he grew closer to his final destination. 'Twas Providence that had caused Red, Black, Green and Pink all to be looking for him at the same time and Providence that allowed events to unfold such that the four of them actually knew each other and should be seeking him. In all other realities, some vital piece was missing, and either they did not come after him or someone else found and broke him. It was only in this reality that Providence had been kind enough to allow all of the circumstances that permitted him to be found by those that needed to find him. And because they had found him once, they would always find him, no matter how many times he traveled this circuitous path, and he could direct their path through his kingdom. He could not interfere, only direct, but these ladies were uniquely gifted to change things so that all could happen as it should, and so, in this one reality alone, his once-rebellious sister had been set free.

It was true that she had rebelled against Mother and Father and taken to Earth those who agreed with her, and it was true that she had been well and truly defeated. As such, Father had banished her to Earth to guard that which she had created and could not be destroyed, and in most realities she was forced to guard it for all time, or she was forced to sacrifice herself to protect the Creation that she had endangered. But there was one reality where her creation had been rendered harmless and she had been allowed to come home. Father had fumed that His will had been circumvented, but it had all been the will of Providence and that was why Mother had sent Red and Black back to Earth to complete their altered destiny against Father's protestations. Providence, of all the forces in the world, was the only one allowed to change destiny, and through one of its whims, it had allowed for his sister's destiny to be changed. All he had to do was be there. So that was the place he was returning to, the place that he always returned to after he was broken, the place where he existed in two times, so that all that had to happen was two different grasping touches on his head and on his body.

As he prepared himself to be whole again, he heard a gentle admonition, and upon hearing his Mother's voice, he realized there was one thing left to do. He sent one last ripple through time and smiled as he settled himself back on his podium in his temple.

Southern Guiana, Nineteen-Hundred and Six

Mim blinked and shook her head as the faintest wisps of something passed over and then dissipated into nothingness. She glanced around, taking in the jungle flora as she tried to remember where in Heaven's name she was. She turned to the woman standing beside her. "I know this is a ridiculous question, Lil, but where are we?" she asked in puzzlement. "Are we still in Africa?"

"…No," Sheila said slowly, sure of at least that. She had no idea what had just come over her, but apparently it had affected Mim as well. "We are in South America." Her brow contracted. "More specifically, I think we are in Guiana," she ventured.

"Guiana?" Mim questioned. "But how did we manage to get here already? The last thing I remember is finding the Temple of Tempus Simia."

"We decided to leave," Sheila remembered, some memories coming back as others remained hazy. "Something happened and we had to abandon the temple in order ensure that we would be able to thwart Lipsky in his attempt to steal the amulet of power."

"We did?" Mim asked, perplexed. "I remember nothing of that."

"You were out of sorts for most of the trip, almost as though you were not yourself," Sheila offered, knowing the statement was true, but also knowing there was something else odd that remained just beyond memory's grasp. "But there was something else, I am sure of it."

"Hm," Mim commented, before picking up on something. "You are having trouble recalling things as well?" she asked.

"Very much so," Sheila confirmed.

"That is some comfort, I suppose," Mim admitted sardonically. "But I still feel as though there is something wrong. I am convinced that we found the Tempus Simia." She unslung the bag from her shoulder and rummaged through it, only coming up with the map. "Damn," she swore softly, drawing the map out and seeing only empty satchel.

Sheila was mildly taken aback. "I have never once heard you utter even a mild curse," she said, amusedly shocked.

"It just slipped out," Mim replied, a little shocked herself. "And amazingly, I am not that embarrassed," she continued after a moment's reflection. "It is as though I have become used to cursing, like someone I was around did it often."

"We did get passage on two separate naval vessels," Sheila replied.

"Perhaps," Mim said noncommittally, and Sheila frowned. There was a melancholy around Mim that she never saw and it worried her. "I am sorry, Lil," Mim apologized, seeing the look of concern. "I wager I am still out of sorts. I know there are things I am forgetting and yet all I can conjure from my memory are these vague feelings."

"It is quite all right, my love," Sheila soothed, embracing her. "Something has come over me as well. Perhaps it is the temple," she offered, indicating the colorful building visible through the bushes in front of them.

"Perhaps," Mim said a second time, the frustration welling up. She briefly rested her head on Sheila's shoulder before she roused herself. "Well, we know that Lipsky is here," she said, her spirit returning. "Shall we go thwart him?"

"I think that is a capital idea," Sheila agreed.

Mim nodded and opened her satchel to replace the map to the Tempus Simia. "Perhaps one day we can return to Africa to find the idol," she said as she closed the flap.

"Perhaps, but maybe we should give the map to someone else," Sheila said, as she started to push through the bushes into the clearing. "They may have more success than we did."

Mim thought about that and one of those strange echoes of a memory passed by. "I think that is an even more smashing idea," she agreed, as a smile spread unbidden across her features. She put up her left hand to move the bushes out of her way when she noticed a very peculiar looking wristwatch on her wrist. She opened her mouth to comment to Sheila, but before she could, Sheila spotted Lipsky and the chase began. Mim smiled. It was not that important now, she decided as she took off after Lipsky as well. If Sheila did not remember it, she would give it to Wayne to puzzle over.

The Middleton Mansion – About two days after the wedding

The world reverberated around her and Mim turned herself upright slowly as she tried to gather herself. She looked at her hands, looking through them to the debris on the polished wood floor of the hallway and her eyes widened as she realized that was all that remained of the Tempus Simia. "Oh, no," she breathed. She bent down to examine it further, but was distracted by a mumbled complaint from her horizontally-floating wife. "Lil, are you well?" she asked.

"I believe I am fine," Sheila said, trying to clear her head. "But in the world was that?"

"I do not know," Mim replied, and then looked at what lay on the floor. "Perhaps something happened when the Tempus Simia broke?" she hypothesized.

"I wager that sounds reasonable," Sheila said. She turned herself upright. "Perhaps we should clean?" she said, noting the dead monkey ninja parts and blood that were strewn about.

Mim grimaced at the mess. "Indeed," she agreed. "I will go get the mop and waste bin."

"And I will set the cat free," Sheila answered. Mim nodded and floated into the kitchen, emerging after a few moments with the cleaning supplies. She gingerly began to pick up simian limbs and put them into the wastebasket as Sheila started to work on the knots in Anna's ropes. They worked efficiently, and soon the hallway was tidied up to Kim's exacting standards. "What should we do with this?" Sheila asked, indicating the pile of Tempus Simia rubble that Mim had just swept into the dustpan.

"Well, if the pieces were larger then I would say we should try to put him back together," Mim responded. "But he has been reduced to pebbles." She smiled as a thought occurred to her. "It appears that it will take more than his ears to repair him this time," she said wryly.

Sheila chuckled. "Indeed it will," she concurred.

"Junior was ever so upset when that missing detail caused all of our misadventures," Mim recalled in amusement.

"Well at least you had adventures," Sheila countered. "All Mim-jay and I managed were ocean voyages, searches for undergarments and an expired Lipsky."

"True," Mim conceded with a grin, before the smile slowly faded as she realized what they were doing. "What exactly are we reminiscing about, Lil?" she asked pointedly.

"When you and Mim-jay inadvertently switched time periods due to the Tempus Simia," Sheila said unconcernedly. Mim gave her a look and after a moment's pause, Sheila realized why it should be a concern. "Oh," she stated.

"Well that does rather explain our presence at their wedding," Mim decided. She and Sheila looked at one another and then at the indiscernible fragments still in the dustpan, and as they watched, the pieces turned to dust and blew away.

Epilogue – August 2010

Shego stared at the big purple box that had appeared on the kitchen table. It hadn't been there five seconds ago when she had let Chula out to play, and yet, when she turned around, here it was. "Princess?" she hollered in the general direction of her wife. "Did you put a big purple box on the kitchen table?"

"Uh, no," Kim yelled back, coming in from the living room to confirm the "big purple box" inquiry and seeing it on the table for herself.

"I don't like this," Shego declared, and lit up to dispose of it.

"What if it's a bomb, Shego?" Kim asked reasonably. "Won't you set it off?"

"I'll be careful," Shego promised. She approached the box cautiously with her lit hand, but much to her surprise, when she came near the package, it absorbed her plasma and remained unchanged.

"Well that's interesting," Kim said, her curiosity piqued. She got a little closer and reached out a hand to touch it.

"And yet I wasn't supposed to touch it," Shego observed. Kim shot her a look and Shego shrugged. "You are the one with history of touching things you are not supposed to," she pointed out.

"You mean like you?" Kim retorted good-naturedly before turning back to the package and stretched her hand out. Nothing happened when she touched it, so she moved a little closer, her hand still on the lid. Still nothing happened, so Kim tentatively opened it up. There was no explosion, so Kim peered in. Her brow wrinkled when she saw what lay within and she reached down to draw out a small green box, a small pink box and a scroll. She set them on the table and looked at Shego. "Any guesses?" she asked.

"Nana Mim and Nana Sheila," Shego guessed.

"That was my thought," Kim agreed.

"Then we should probably read the scroll first," Shego stated, knowing how their pointy little minds worked.

Kim nodded and unfurled it. "Dearest Green and Pink," she read.

"Whoa," Shego interrupted. "That doesn't sound like Nana Mim and Nana Sheila."

"No, it doesn't," Kim concurred. She paused for a second to look the scroll over before she continued. "As the first cycle has passed since our first meeting, it is now time for me to express my undying gratitude for the liberation that you have bestowed on me, and because through your actions you restored me to my family, I have decided to give you one of your own. Within the two smaller boxes lie the means to give you children; you merely have to have the courage to open them. I do caution you, though; I would not recommend opening both of them simultaneously. Be you well. Your Devoted Friend, Barney." Kim looked up, and Shego, who had picked up the green package, dropped it like it had suddenly become red-hot.

Kim chuckled. "It does say that you have to open it, sweetie," she said.

"If this thing can give us kids, I am not taking any chances," Shego countered.

"Would kids be so bad?" Kim asked, a little disquieted.

"Well, one of ours took over the world," Shego reminded her.

"But we weren't around to bring her up," Kim countered.

"You were; you were just dead," Shego replied.

"And is that supposed to help or hurt your argument?" Kim asked.

Shego thought. "I'm not sure," she admitted, and Kim laughed. Shego grinned wryly, acknowledging her teasing, before glancing thoughtfully at the packages still on the table. "Do you think we are ready for kids?" she asked.

"No," Kim said promptly but pleasantly, surprising Shego. "But I don't think anyone is ever ready for kids. I do think that with the way we are, the way our relationship is and the place we are in life, we could give it a try."

"But that's the thing with kids. There is no try; there is only do," Shego argued.

"Thank you, Yoda," Kim replied, the smile never leaving her face.

Shego rolled her eyes and took in Kim's demeanor. "You want to open one," she declared suspiciously.

"Yup," Kim confirmed.

Shego sighed and looked at them. "Damn it; I do, too," she admitted quietly. "You were supposed to talk me out of it."

Kim beamed. "Really?" she said in happy disbelief, grabbing Shego and kissing her.

"Well, yeah," Shego replied after they parted. "I was kind of thinking of asking you about it anyway, and this just kind of sped up the time table. So which one do we open?"

"I assume the green one is for you and the pink one is for me," Kim reasoned. "But I have no idea what is going to happen when we open one."

"Eh, screw it; I'll open mine," Shego said decisively, letting go of Kim to grab the small green package. She took a deep breath and opened it, and sighed when it revealed another box. "Very funny, Barney," she muttered. She looked at it and noticed that there was an obvious lid, so she took it off to reveal an exact copy of the amulets that she and Kim wore, only baby-sized. She pulled it out and showed it to Kim.

"That's it?" Kim asked.

"Looks that way," Shego replied.

"Oookay. Now what?" Kim inquired.

Shego shrugged. "Dunno," she said. "Does the scroll say anything else?"

Kim shook her head. "Nope. What I read before was it," she confirmed.

"Shit," Shego swore, and Kim gave her a sharp look. "What? We don't have a kid yet," Shego grumbled.

"No, but we are both going to have to watch it," Kim declared.

Shego chuckled. "You, Princess?" she cackled. "In spite of what you think, 'bullcrap' is not actually swearing."

Kim pursed her lips. "I was trying to be inclusive," she said primly.

Shego chuckled again. "Very diplomatic of you," she teased. Kim harrumphed, and Shego gathered her up. Kim melted into her, and looked up.

"So now what, Junior?" she asked.

"We wait, I guess," Shego replied.

And wait they did, until a couple of months later, when a cavalcade of symptoms prompted Shego to purchase a home pregnancy test. She followed the instructions on the package and waited, and as Kim nervously paced outside, she heard a "Pink!" emanate from the bathroom.

"What? I'm here," she said popping her head in barely-contained tension.

"No, not Pink. Pink," Shego clarified, pointing to the home pregnancy stick in growing trepidation. "We're pregnant."

The End