I do not own the characters named herein from Disney, and am only using them for a tale meant for entertainment purposes only.
Kim Possible: Dark Destiny
By LJ58
1
Kim staggered into the house after a very long, wearying walk home once she got out of landslide that had almost buried her.
Just another mission, and she had pulled it off without a hitch. On the way home, though, there was a sudden mudslide down a mountain, and it triggered a more serious landslide. Her Roth was buried, and even she wasn't sure how well it might have survived. Still, she had little choice but to use it as a temporary barrier to help save those caught in the slide's path, and then she had stayed behind to help get some people to high ground before the authorities finally showed to close the road, and help out.
That left her, in the end, alone, and on foot since no one else was heading into Middleton just then.
Just her luck.
She finally got back well home after midnight, and she barely got into the shower, and out, before collapsing on her bed, and giving in to the wearying exhaustion plaguing her after Drakken's latest crazy plot. End of her eighteenth birthday, and by her standards, hardly even memorable.
Something to do, yet again, with the Pan-Dimensional Vortex Inducer.
That guy just could not get a clue. Still, she was finally home, in bed, and she went gratefully to sleep.
Until the morning came all too soon.
Waking abruptly, because her mother was standing over her with a heated glare, she cringed at the realization she was laying atop her bed, completely naked.
Hadn't she gotten dressed for bed?
"Kimberly Anne Possible," her mother scowled. "Not that I don't appreciate the view, but you're going to be late for your vocational assessment if you don't get moving, my little bubble-butt."
"Mom," she groaned, and rolled over to snatch a sheet as she moved to cover herself with.
The her mother's words penetrated.
"Uh, vocational assessment," she frowned at her with a blank look as she sat up.
"Are you all right? I know you likely partied a little hard after you turned eighteen last night, but…."
"No. No, I'm fine," Kim protested. "Honestly. I just…. I'm really still wore out. I got caught in a landslide on the way home, and…."
"Oh, that's right. I heard about that on the news. Well, you still need to get moving. Mr. Barkin is a very strict regional governor, you should recall, and if you're not registered by noon, you could still end up….. Well, anywhere."
"Mr…..Barkin," she frowned.
"You must have hit your head, young lady, if you're forgotten him," Ann declared. "Up. Up, and shower. I'll take you down myself, just so you don't miss your assessment time. Hopefully, you'll get assigned to the same club as I work in. I'd hate to think you had to go through what I did to get a start."
"What….you did?"
"Shower. Maybe you'll feel better once you're moving. Now, go. Go. Before your brothers wake up, and start barking their silly orders again."
"Uh, mom…."
"Go," Ann shoved, and Ann literally pushed her right into her shower.
Everything looked the same.
Same bath products. Same house. Same mother.
So why did everything else seem…..?
She remembered Drakken even as she spotted her muddy clothes, and realized they weren't her clothes. Because she had never worn a bright green mini like that in her life. She certainly never wore a thin strip of cloth that could barely be deemed a tube top.
And the lingerie!
Drakken, she seethed. Somehow, that damned vortex generator of his had sent her through dimensions after all, dropping her into another world. One where she was…..
Well, she didn't know what she was.
Yet.
She had the unnerving feeling she was about to find out. Because from what little she had picked up on, her mom was not a doctor, and her brothers apparently seemed to be more authoritative than she recalled from the way her mother was talking.
And she was about to get a job assignment.
As…..what?"
She had the unnerving feeling that would not be good, either.
Not if Mr. Barkin were attached to it.
Only what the heck was a regional governor? And why did Middleton even have one?
KP
"Well, well, well. And here I was betting you wouldn't make it," Steven Barkin, in a dark, black power suit with red tie sneered as he stood at the door of the crowded room where dozens of other teens that looked around her age sat. "I guess even you can get lucky now, and then," he all but mocked her as Kim frowned at that one, and simply walked past him to enter the room.
It didn't help that her most modest clothing she had dug out of the closet had been a very brief halter, with a pair of very short shorts. Anything else seemed to be...well, obscene. Still, shorts were better than those minis, or so Kim felt as she glanced around the room, and found an empty desk.
"Settle down, people," a burly man Kim didn't know called as she found the seat with her name on the side of a placard, and a single metal band resting on the desktop. Just as everyone else had, too. "Now, before we begin assessment, we have the honor of being addressed by Governor Barkin himself who chose to meet the new crop of Provincial Labor. So, sit up, be quiet, and pay attention."
Kim really frowned now as she watched Barkin close the door, and walk forward to the front of the room. He seemed the same Barkin.
Then again, her mother seemed the same at first, too.
Other than the fact she now dressed in a white, silk mini and sheer white blouse. Very sheer.
"Welcome to the first day of your new lives," Steve Barkin began without preamble. "Let's face it, most of your are headed to labor, or even vice. From what I've heard," he added, eyeing Kim in particular. "You're not fit for much else."
Kim frowned at that, but said nothing. Something told her the usual snarky comments here could be a very bad thing.
"Since most of you likely don't remember much, if any of the history your instructors tried to cram into your heads, I'll give you a quick summary so you understand the gravity of this moment," the burly man went on. "Four years ago, when Emperor Drakken rose to power….."
Kim felt her heart clinch, and gaped at the man.
He what, she gasped to herself, only her shock keeping her silent just then.
"…then developed this system of cerebral scanning to ensure every subject was placed in a proper, and productive role to serve the empire. Fail here, and you not only lose any chance at a job, you may not even be granted life. Am I understood?"
"Sir, yes, sir," the entire class shouted.
Except for Kim.
"I asked, am I understood, Possible," he snarled, proving he was paying attention.
"Yes, sir," she said quietly, feeling as if she had just woke to a true nightmare.
"Good. When you put on your scanners, I suggest you focus solely on service. Solely on how you may best serve your emperor, and the empire. In that way, the scanner will place you in the best possible fit for your vocation. Unless, of course, you favor taking your chances in the Wastelands, with the other Dregs and Misfits exiled from our empire."
Kim didn't like the sound of that either.
"So, then, I hope some of you, at least, will uphold Middleton's proud tradition of service to our glorious master. Put on your bands, try to pretend you have a brain, and focus," Steve Barkin more commanded, than instructed.
Kim slowly lifted the band, and slid it over her head as she saw others doing.
She felt an electric tingle, and at once felt a shivering pulse that seemed to be penetrating her mind.
Focus on nothing, she told herself. Nothing, nothing, nothing.
Something chimed to her left, and she heard, "Bonnie Rockwaller. Sex worker. There's a surprise," the man Kim didn't know laughed at her.
Kim gasped, looking left, and seeing the distraught brunette she had loved to hate for so long looking beyond miserable.
More dings and chimes, and she heard the man declare a great many low-end, mostly plebian jobs. Everything from sanitation to fast food. Some even went to the military. She suspected any military under Drakken was likely not a good thing.
Then Barkin was standing over her.
"What are you thinking about, Possible," he demanded, all but shouting in his face.
"Nothing, sir," she retorted.
"There's a surprise. William?"
"She's…not registering, Governor Barkin. The machine cannot classify her," the man exclaimed in what seemed like genuine horror.
"What," he boomed, turning to stare at the man in a far less costly suit. "Are you sure it's plugged into her circuit?"
"It's plugged in, but the machine isn't registering her mind. She's a glyph!"
Barkin tensed, and went rigid.
"Call the Emperor's Enforcer!"
Kim frowned now.
"What? What did I do," she asked as Barkin pulled the device off her head to study it.
"Let me guess. You didn't pay attention in history?"
"Was I supposed to," she couldn't help asking.
Barkin all but growled.
"Why couldn't you just be a good little whore like your mother," he spat, confirming Kim's budding suspicions, but horrifying her all the same.
Her mother was supposed to be a very smart, very independent woman. Not…..that.
"The Enforcer is on her way," the man named William reported after turning away from his console. "We're to keep the glyph contained until her arrival."
"Right. Possible, stay put. The rest of you will report to Room Five-C for service assignments, and your new postings. Go."
The teens, more than a few whimpering in despair, walked out, leaving her sitting alone.
Kim sat there, almost grateful her mother had dropped her off at the courthouse, rather than wait on her. If her mom had thought her behavior this morning was bad, she could just guess what she would be saying about this glyph business. Because something told her it was not something the apparent emperor cared for from the way they were reacting.
She sat there over an hour, during which they tried to assess her three more times. Every time, she focused on nothing, and the machine refused to recognize her mind.
Then, just over seventy-five minutes of boredom on her part, most of which was spent ignoring the looming mass of muscle towering over her, the door crashed open, and another familiar figure stepped into the room.
"So where's the glyph? You clowns better not be pulling my chain again, or I'll fry the lot of you."
"Shego," Kim exclaimed, leaping to her feet, and instinctively settling into a defensive stance as William and Barkin gaped incredulously.
The green-skinned woman just stared at her, looking both amused, and condescending. She didn't, however, seem to recognize her.
"Do I know you, Red," she mocked.
"Maybe in another world," Kim quipped. "But I know you, and Drakken!"
"Do you? You said she was a glyph, Barkin. Not a damn nutcase. Just put her down, and keep the gene pool from inbreed….."
Kim shouted, leaping forward to drive a snap kick into the green woman's side.
"I'm not inbred, you blue butt-kissing sycophant!"
Kim landed easily, making Barkin and William stare all the more as Shego went down, rolled back up, and turned to stare at her with a cool smile.
"On second thought, let's see what you've got, Cupcake," she smiled, actually licking her lips.
"Any time you want," Kim hissed, taking refuge in what she did know after all the craziness of this very weird day.
Shego lunged forward, not bothering to light her plasma, which temporarily confused Kim, but not for long. She met her charge, blocked, sparred, and danced around her punches and kicks, until even Shego jumped back, and eyed her anew.
"You're not bad. Not bad at all. I'm starting to see why Blue-boy's machine didn't work on you. You're an independent thinker, aren't you? Taught yourself to fight on the sly, and kept it low-key."
"You'll find that I'm full of surprises," Kim smiled smugly.
"So am I," Shego taunted, and her fists flared with green energies that could melt titanium steel.
Kim didn't blink.
She met Shego's new charge, and leapt up, over her head at one point, and somersaulted down to land behind the comet-powered woman to deliver a stunning kick that sent her sprawling face-first, and crashing through more than a few desks before she could recover.
Barkin thundered, "Possible, what are you doing? Behave, you witless child of a whore!"
Kim's next kick slammed into his square jaw, bouncing him off a desk before he hit the floor face-first, and stayed there.
"Never talk about my mother!"
William only cowered behind his control consoles, and whined.
Shego stood up, dusting herself off, and chuckling.
"What," Kim hissed, hands up, and ready for her next attack.
"I like you, Princess," she called her now. "You obviously wanted my attention. Well, you've got it. Because I've got the perfect placement for you."
"You do," Kim frowned.
"Oh, yeah. I've been looking for a protégé, Princess, and you're it. Welcome to the family."
"Family," she sputtered, frowning now as Shego grinned at her.
"Of course, you'll have to move into the palace. And I'll teach you everything you need to know. From now on, I'll provide everything you need. And more. Let's go. I'm already sick of this hick town."
"But…?"
"You….. You like her," William asked, Steve Barkin still out cold.
"I love her," Shego grinned, and walked over to slide an arm around a very confused Kim's shoulders. "C'mon, Princess. I want to see your mother before we pack you up, and take you to your new home."
Kim considered this new development, and almost resisted.
Until she realized that Drakken's palace was likely the only place in this world with the technology she could exploit to get herself home from what she had seen at home. She didn't even have a computer there now. Not in this world. She sighed, and let the woman pull her to her side, and lead her out the door.
"Oh, and Willie? Tell Stevie he's fired. One kick, and he's down? Man, I haven't seen anyone fold that fast since Drew took out the Kremlin."
"So….. Uh, Drakken won't care if you…uh, hire me," Kim asked as they left the courthouse, and she realized more than a few people were gaping at her as Shego led her around with that arm still firmly wound around her slender shoulders.
Shego only laughed.
"I'm sure even you know that the power behind the throne is often more powerful than that idiot on it. Well, guess what. I'm that power."
"Oh. So….."
"Drewbie would rather play in his labs, and make sweeping gestures like blowing up Washington, or the Kremlin, than run the actual empire. Guess who gets that job?"
"So, you're the empress?"
Shego grinned.
"You could say that. I prefer….Mistress, though. So you will call me that, Princess," she declared, and leaned down and kissed Kim sounding right there on the street.
She was so stunned she let the woman do it, helpless to stop the tongue that parted her lips, and slid in to explored her mouth for a moment.
"Wow, I've never kissed a real virgin," Shego grinned at her reaction.
"Lucky bitch," a brunette swore as they both turned to see Bonnie Rockwaller standing there with a small paper clutched in her hand that her expression suggested was not all that welcome. "I should have known you would pull something like this," she swore.
"Watch it, cow," Shego sneered. "You're mocking your new Princess….. What is your name, Cupcake?"
"Kim. Kim Possible," Kim told her, feeling the entire sitch was beyond surreal just then.
Shego only tittered.
"We'll stick with Princess," she grinned. "That name sounds silly."
"Hey!"
"Still, you have the right to punish that mouthy bitch. So, what do you want done to her?"
Bonnie paled as she cringed, but was suddenly bracketed by two burly men in uniform that appeared at Shego's snapping fingers, so she couldn't retreat, as she very obviously wanted to just then.
"Well," Shego asked, eyeing Kim, rather than the very uneasy Bonnie.
"Let her go."
Shego frowned now, and stared at her.
"Let….? Let her go?"
Kim nodded.
"She's just frustrated, and disappointed. You shouldn't hurt someone just for having a bad day. Or an opinion you don't like."
Shego surprised her again.
She burst into laugher, and then hugged Kim again.
"Drew is going to hate you! I can't wait to introduce you," she said, revealing much of her personality just then. "Let the cow go, boys. I've decided to be merciful. This once," she added ominously with a cold glare sent straight at the brunette.
"Thank you, Lady Shego," Bonnie whined, cringing as she backed away.
"Thank Princess," she declared ominously.
"Thank you… Princess Kimberly! Thank you," the brunette almost wailed, then turned and fled in genuine panic.
"Now, that was funny," Shego grinned.
Kim said nothing.
She had the feeling Shego had been ready to do something really nasty to Bonnie. Possibly lethal. She had to remember this was not her world. She had to play along. At least for the moment. Long enough to find the tech she needed to get home.
She couldn't imagine anything else just then, because as Shego pulled her toward a very sporty-looking limo, she realized she was seriously in way over her head.
"So, where's home, Princess? I just have to meet this mother of yours."
Kim said nothing to that as she told Shego, who only gestured to the driver after they climbed into the car. This, she knew, was not how she expected her day to go when she first woke up.
Not at all.
To Be Continued…..