A/N: I've actually been toying with this idea for awhile and finally got some of it typed up! I'm still working on my Buzz fic, it's just been really slow going right now so I decided to work on this for the time being. Obviously, I don't own Kim Possible or any related characters. Any characters you don't recognize from the show are mine, tho. Just thought I'd make that clear. So, ya, here it is, my first KP fic. R&R!
A Life Long Forgotten
Prologue
-8 years ago-
A shadowy figure raced through the streets, rain pounding against her as if it was trying to hold her back. Her vision blurred with the sting of saltwater, she pressed on, charging through the wind like an angry mustang. Her feet pounded through every puddle in the street, sending a grotesque mixture of mud, rainwater, and yesterday's garbage onto her already drenched clothing. The rain pelted her and the wind pushed her, but nothing could keep her from running. A sleek black cat darted into her path. But, without hesitation, she leaped over the frightened creature and continued on.
Up the street and around the corner she ran, not stopping once for breath. A rusty old building with broken shutters and peeling paint slowly came into view, a sign reading "Bayside Coffeehouse" swinging violently in the wind. She darted up the porch steps and burst threw the creaking door, sending it crashing against the wall.
Every eye in the place turned to the strange woman, soaked to the skin and pale with fright, standing awkwardly in the doorway. The girl broke the eerie silence with a slightly faltering voice, "Has anyone heard of a Drew Lipsky?" her plea was met with silence. "Come on!" her voice grew more demanding, "Has anyone heard of Drew Lipsky?"
"You mean that nutcase from Toronto?" a burly man wrapped tightly in a thick jacket answered her.
"Yeah, that's him!" her bright green eyes widened considerably as she stepped towards the man, "Where is he? Where can I find him?"
The man snorted, "What's in it for me?"
The woman's eyes narrowed. She clenched her fists and looked down at them, as if staring at them would somehow send the man flying across the room. She raised her head and met his eyes with a fierce glare.
"Tell me where he is!" she shouted.
Half the people in the room laughed, the man crossed his arms mockingly, "Oh, and what are you gonna do about it little girl?" he scoffed.
The laughter continued for another instant. The woman's scowl deepened, her nails digging into the flesh of her palm. Suddenly, her arms flew out to the man's throat. Lifting him up by the shirt collar, she shoved him roughly against the wall, making him kick and squirm like a dying fish.
"Tell me where he is!" she shouted louder.
The man's countenance whitened, "The cops just arrested him. He's at the county jailhouse."
"If you're lying to me…"
"I'm not lying! That's all I know, I swear!" he struggled to pry her fingers off his neck, but to no avail.
The woman stared at him, her eyes seeming to bore into his soul. "You'd better pray he's still there," she said, "and you better pray we never meet again, 'cause these hands can do a lot more than choke!" The man shuddered thinking of what else this woman was capable of doing. With one final glare, the woman released him, sending his body crashing to the floor, and turned to leave.
The man rubbed his neck, "What're you so desperate about?" he asked. "It's not like it's the end of the world."
The woman slowly pivoted to face him, "It's the end of mine," she said quietly. And, with that final bitter statement, she turned and darted out of the coffeehouse into the pelting rain.
-Present day-
A familiar tune echoed from deep inside Kim Possible's backpack. The teenage crime fighter hastily pulled out her Kimmunicator, pressing a button to reveal the computer genius on the other end. "What's the sitch, Wade?" she asked. She was sitting in a booth in Bueno Nacho with her sidekick, Ron, and his pet, Rufus, who were engulfing a plate of nachos.
"You got a hit on your site, Kim. And you'll never guess who it was from,"
Kim shrugged, "Surprise me," she said indifferently.
"Drew Barrymore, say its Drew Barrymore," Ron darted around the table so he could see the Kimmunicator screen.
"Not even close," Wade replied.
"Can't blame a guy for trying," Ron said.
Kim rolled her eyes, "Who is it Wade?" she asked.
"Hego,"
"What?" Kim and Ron exclaimed in unison.
"He wants you to meet him at his house. He needs your help with something,"
"Any clue what?" Kim asked.
"Kim, duh," Ron said, "it's about Shego. What else?"
"Why would Hego call us about his sister?" Kim asked.
"I dunno, maybe he wants us to get her back on the good side."
"Ron, this is Shego we're talking about, she's not going back to the good side and there's nothing anybody can do about it!"
"Hey, you're the one with the 'I can do anything' motto."
"Even my abilities have their limits, Ron."
"So, you're gonna take it?" Wade asked.
"Of course," Kim replied, "I can't back out when I don't even know what the mission is."
"Good. I'll get you a ride to Go City, good luck on the mission," Wade said.
"Thanks Wade," Kim turned off the Kimmunicator and slid it back into her backpack. Something told her this would be no ordinary mission.
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"Thanks for the lift, Simon," Kim shouted over the roar of the helicopter.
"Don't mention it. It's the least I could do after you rescued me from that desert island," Simon yelled back.
"No big." Kim and Ron strapped parachutes to their backs and Ron slid the door to the helicopter open. Rufus peeked out of Ron's pocket, glanced down at the teeny cars and buildings thousands of feet below them, and slid back into pocket cautiously.
"Uh, Kim, I've been thinking," Ron said, "Why does the sidekick always have to go first?"
"Ron, you never go first," Kim said.
"Well, why do I have to go first now?"
"Because we're jumping out of a plane and I have to make sure you actually jump."
"Good point." Ron took a deep breath and leaped from the helicopter.
"Wow," Kim said to Simon, "I thought I was gonna have to push him,"
She jumped after Ron and floated in mid-air, the wind pushing her fiery red hair behind her. Both teenagers executed a perfect landing onto an abandoned parking lot.
"Alright, Ron, let's jet!" Kim said.
Ron took a step and came crashing down onto the pavement. The parachute chords had wound themselves around his legs. "Right behind ya, KP!" he wrestled with chords for a moment and then raced to catch up with his friend.
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The door slid open and an anxious looking Hego poked his head out, eyeing the teenagers skeptically.
"Kim Possible?" he asked in a low voice.
"Yes," Kim whispered back.
"Were you followed?"
"I…don't think so,"
"Come inside, quickly," he ushered the teenagers in and slammed the door shut after them. He then proceeded to lock a row of various padlocks running down the side of the door.
"So, Hego, what's with the high security?" Ron asked.
Hego turned to face them and sighed, "Someone is after me," he said, quietly.
Kim and Ron looked at each other, "What makes you think that?" Kim asked.
Hego motioned for them to follow him into the kitchen. Reaching into a drawer, he pulled out a slip of paper and a small, crystal-like stone.
"This was on my doorstep yesterday," he said, handing the piece of paper to Kim.
"To the adoring brother of my old companion: Hego,
I want you to deliver this trinket to your sister. She'll know what it is. She'll also know that if she doesn't comply with our bargain and meet me at dusk at the Red Windmill, I will be forced to track her down, and we wouldn't that, now would we? My deepest gratitude for passing on this message.
An old friend."
"Doesn't sound like a good friend to me," Ron said.
"I know who it is," Hego replied. "His name's Zeb. He was Shego's best friend ever since we were little. I never trusted him, though."
"Why? Was he like Drakken or something?" Kim asked.
"He never tried to take over the world, if that's what you're asking," Hego said, "He just always seemed to get my sister into trouble. I must have explained to her thousands of times she shouldn't associate with troublemakers like him. She never listened, though."
"Sounds like Shego," Ron said.
"Well, what happened to him?" Kim asked.
"He went off to some college in Toronto and none of us ever saw him again."
"He didn't keep in touch?" Ron asked. He couldn't imagine being separated from Kim for so long without at least calling everyday.
"For awhile you couldn't get a call through to our house, he bombarded us with them. But one day they just stopped coming."
"No reason?" Kim asked.
"None that I know of. Shego was pretty upset, now that I think about it. She kept going on and on about how something must have happened to him. It was completely ridiculous though, just because one guy stops tying up our phone line doesn't mean the world's ending."
"So, any idea what the bargain was, or where the Red Windmill is?" Kim wondered.
"Not a clue. Of course, I know very little about what happened to Shego after she quit Team Go."
Kim and Ron looked at each other. It was true; Hego didn't even know that Shego was working for Dr. Drakken until recently. Shego had completely cut herself off from the family, and nobody had every successfully located her until Kim and Ron came along.
"So, that's why I came to you. Quite frankly, you know more about my sister now than I do. I don't even know where to start looking for her." Hego said.
Kim pulled out her Kimmunicator, "Wade," she said, "I need you to locate Drakken and Shego."
"No problem, Kim," Wade replied.
"Please and thank you!" Kim looked up from the Kimmunicator screen. Ron and Rufus had wandered into the living room and were looking at a photo album. Hego was still sitting at the table, reading the note over and tapping the strange crystal.
"Any idea what that is?" Kim pointed to the gem.
"It has a similar color as this necklace my mom used to own. It was much smaller, though, and disappeared a long time ago."
"Stolen?"
"I can't imagine why. My mom found it on the street, it was completely worthless."
"Maybe the thief didn't know that," Kim said thoughtfully. "Wade, can you scan this for me?" she said, lifting up the crystal for Wade to see.
"Sure thing, Kim," a thin metal drawer with a metallic grid covering its surface slid out from the side of the Kimmunicator. Kim gingerly placed the crystal on the drawer and waited while a series of lights ran through the stone, reflecting miniature rainbows onto the walls.
"Hmm, it has a pretty complicated molecular structure," Wade scratched his head. "I'll have to run it through the computer a couple of times."
"Take you're time, Wade," Kim reassured him.
"Hey, Kim, look at this," Ron shouted from the living room. Kim looked over his shoulder at the picture he was pointing to. It featured two small children, one that was obviously a younger version of Shego, and another with messy brown hair and chocolate ice cream literally covering his face. The picture looked strange in a way, the boy had a goofy, playful look and his face and Shego was giggling uncontrollably, displaying an incredibly innocent expression Kim had never seen before.
"That's Zeb," Hego placed his finger on the boy, "they were about seven or eight here."
Ron turned the page to reveal photo after photo of Shego and Zeb. Shego and Zeb riding bikes, Shego and Zeb shooting each other with squirt guns, Shego and Zeb climbing into a roughly made tree house, Shego and Zeb laughing together, Shego and Zeb doing everything you'd never expect villains bent on world conquest to be doing. One photo differed from the rest. It featured Shego and her brothers, along with a host of other people Kim didn't recognize, grouped around a huge sign that read "Welcome to Go City."
"That was from the Go family reunion," Hego said.
"So, Go really is your last name?" Ron said.
"Well, not exactly," he said, "Our great great grandfather founded Go City. He was so obsessed with his name, Gordon Gothesamine, that he named it after himself. No one could pronounce it, so they shortened it to Go. All his descendants since then have had 'go' somewhere in their name."
"And all this time I thought you guys had no last name." Ron said.
Kim couldn't help but stare at the photo. Everyone had wide, genuine smiles stretched across their faces. Shego, on the other hand, had a noticeably forced grin plastered under her nose. It may have been that way because she was smashed between Hego and another man in his mid-forties with missing teeth and barbeque sauce smeared all over himself. It looked like an uncomfortable position for a contortionist, not to mention a seven year-old girl. Of course, knowing Shego she probably didn't want to be there anyway.
"She seems so out of place…" Kim thought.
The Kimmunicator beeped again, Kim whipped it out, "Go Wade," she said.
"I can't identify the stone, its some sort of crystal alloy. I do know someone who can help you, though. Her name's Feliah, she's a geologist who specializes in crystals. I can get you a ride if you want."
"Thanks Wade," Kim smiled, "Oh, did you find Drakken and Shego?"
"Got 'um. There in a new lair just outside of New Orleans. I'll give you the coordinates."
"Please and thank you." Kim jotted down the coordinates onto a slip of paper and pocketed it. "Okay, Ron," she turned to her friend, "let's see if we can get to the bottom of this."
"Alright! New Orleans' food rocks!" Ron slapped palms with Rufus.
"Actually, Ron, I think it would be better if we saw this Feliah person first," Kim said.
"Why?" Ron asked.
"Yeah, why?" Rufus echoed him.
"Because, she'll be able to tell us what the crystal is. If it's worth a lot of money, it was probably stolen."
"I'd doubt it," Hego said, "as I said earlier, my mother had a necklace just like it that was completely worthless."
"It probably is," Kim said, picking up the gem and examining it once more.
"You know, KP," Ron stood up to get a closer look at the crystal, "now that I think about it, that rock does look kinda familiar."
"What?" Kim and Hego said in unison.
"Yeah, I think I've seen it somewhere before."
Kim glanced at it again, trying to take in every detail. It was shaped in a rough, slightly lopsided diamond. It had grooves etched into the sides, as if someone ran a sharp rock across the surface of the crystal in order to make it smooth. It had a metallic black color that caught light incredibly easily, reflecting thousands of tiny rainbows across the walls constantly. Despite its dark color, the crystal was remarkably transparent, as if she was looking through colored cellophane instead of a black rock.
"There's really nothing very distinguishing about it," Kim said, "It looks like a crystal that desperately needs to be cut and polished. The color does seem weird, but I don't know a lot about rocks," she turned to Ron, "you might've seen one like it in a jewelry store or something."
"Uh, KP, when was the last time I stepped inside a jewelry store."
"I don't know. Let's just take it to Feliah; she'll know what it is." Kim placed the crystal into her pocket along with the note.
"Oh, and since you're gonna see Shego," Hego picked up a giant cardboard box filled with videotapes, "could you take this to her. It's some of her old stuff she left here. I completely forgot about it the last time I saw her."
"Uh, sure." Kim grabbed one end of the box and Ron grabbed the other. Both teenagers struggled under its weight.
"What is this stuff?" Ron asked.
"Just some old videos Zeb taped."
"If their Zeb's, then why did Shego have them?" Ron asked.
"I have no idea. That kid had more video's than he knew what to do with. He took that camera of his everywhere. The park, the beach, the movies, he even brought it to school a couple of times."
"Why?" Kim asked.
"Kim, less talking, more walking," Ron said, his arms beginning to shake under the weight of the box.
"Well, thanks for coming down here, kids, I appreciate it." Hego said.
"No problem," Kim said, slowly walking out of the door with Ron and the bulging box, "I can totally handle it."
A/N: So, what do think? Now its time for you to push the lil button in the left corner and tell me. BTW, does anyone know what the Red Windmill is referring to? I'm gonna explain it later, I was just wondering if anyone figured it out yet.