I don't any of Disney's characters named herein, and am using them for a story meant for entertainment purposes only..
Kim Possible: Child's Play
LJ58
1
Shego stormed into the house, and slumped onto the couch, staring fulminously as she stared at nothing.
"Shego," a soft voice asked as the redheaded girl came into the room just then. "You okay?"
Shego drew a deep breath, sighed, and relaxed as she eyed the little girl who was studying her with somber eyes. She held out her arms, and the redhead smiled, and climbed into her lap. Kimmie was all but six now, physically, but still as affectionate as her younger incarnation had ever been.
When said toddler had single-handedly driven off a second Lorwardian invasion, even the one-eyed harpy chose to back off, and give her space to breathe, so to speak. And grow up again.
That was saying something, considering Kimmie's new household now included not only a former bad girl turned babysitter, but a nine foot, alien warrior Kim had regenerated to full health who now swore allegiance to Kim.
And only Kim.
When GJ had come sniffing for a 'debriefing,' Warmonga had pointedly asked if she could dispose of the blue-uniformed cretins that so obviously displeased her mistress.
Shego recalled that Kim had genuinely looked tempted at the time.
The harpy got the hint, though, and stayed away.
Of course, Shego knew the woman was watching. It was what she did. The damn voyeur.
Meanwhile, Kim grew up, relatively normally, and the Possibles moved to a larger house that was altered for Warmonga's presence. The twins loved the big alien, and her help in testing things. She thought they were amusing.
Even when things blew up around her.
Of course, Warmonga was as loopy as everyone else around here, so far as she could tell.
Still, the past five years had actually been rather….peaceful. Even fun, in their own way. It helped that Dr. Dimwit finally got the hint, and left them alone. Likely, having Warmonga shake him like a rag doll, and threaten to dismember him helped sway him.
So far.
"You okay," Kim asked again.
"Yeah. Just…..disgusted."
"What happened?"
"Ann told me to go talk to the school again," she grumbled.
"And," Kim asked brightly.
Shego shook her head.
"That loon in the superintendent's office insists you have to go to first grade. And since I can't threaten them with serious harm, I can't quite sway them as usual," she complained.
"What," Kim huffed. "Did she not get the memo that I am already a college graduate?"
"To her, you're a six year old, and as she puts it, you should have already been in the system. Apparently, we're all thumbing our noses at her bureaucracy by trying to keep you out of her hands."
"Is she mental," Kim sputtered, looking up at Shego.
"Let's face it, Kimmie," she sighed, stroking the girl's red mane fondly. "It's been a while since you were doing your thing. A lot of people have forgotten about you. Even Warmonga isn't that shocking to some folks any more. They've gotten used to us. Well, around here, anyway."
"But…..still," Kim huffed, looking ready to pout.
"Hey, I know that inside that cute little wrapper is a twenty-four year old butt-kicker," Shego smiled at her. "It's just the rest of the world that has forgotten the real Kim Possible."
The lean, wiry girl who still worked to keep her young body fit in spite of the incredible energies now surging within her only grumbled.
"I'll bet this never happened to…"
"Yeah?"
"Give me a minute," Kim fumed. "There must have been someone that faced this stuff."
Shego chuckled now.
Kim always could make her laugh.
Even when she wasn't trying.
"I'm so glad I could cheer you up," Kim stated dryly as she looked up at her green-skinned caretaker. "Hey, I know, what if I took some kind of….you know, equivalency test, or something? That has to show them I'm no ordinary kid."
"You never were. Something tells me after arguing all day with this loon, that it wouldn't matter. This woman is genuinely dense," Shego complained. "I'm going to have to leave this one to your folks, because her trump card was, and I quote, 'I don't deal with nannies.'"
"Whoa," Kim blinked. "And you didn't dropkick her?"
"Princess," she huffed. "I do not use violence to solve all my issues."
She stared at Kim, who stared right back.
"Well, not always. Besides, it wouldn't have helped."
"Her name wasn't Barkin, was it," Kim asked suspiciously, the twins having their own complaints of that high school blight as they grew up.
"No. Bralinski, or something like that."
"You're kidding?"
"Yeah, because I live to tell you jokes," Shego huffed now.
Kim leaned against her, patting her shoulder.
"It's okay. I'm sure mom can take care of them. I mean, seriously, she must be new, or something, not to know about me in this town," she added.
"Or something," Shego agreed, smiling as Kim patted her, trying to be comforting.
Frankly, Shego was just glad Kim had not been having any more of those 'end-of-the-world' episodes since big, green, and dim had shown up again. Still, for that first year, she almost parroted the demand that Shego stay with her on a daily basis.
Apparently, bad things might happen if Shego weren't around.
As in, the world cracks in two, and falls out of orbit bad.
Even the harpy finally bought that one in the end, and Shego had been conditionally pardoned, and permanently assigned by GJ itself as a semi-official bodyguard to the world's oldest toddler.
She sighed, and gave Kim another hug.
"Well, enough of that. How was your day? Monga doing any better?"
"I finally got her to stop lecturing me about Lorwardian customs for a while."
"And the downside," she asked with a grin.
"She's now emulating Dr. Phil," Kim said, her eyes rolling.
"She does know that not everything on TV is….."
Shego cut herself off as she recalled just who they were talking about.
"I still remember when she thought that talk show diva was a royal leader, and was supposed to be literally obeyed," Kim grinned.
"That was…..silly," Shego sighed. "So, school?"
"You're right. I'll let mom talk to them. There should be something they can do, because I am still not ready to do everything over again," she sighed, enjoying leaning into Shego's embrace.
Even she wasn't sure why it felt so right. Or so good. She just knew that Shego had become part of her life, and she liked it that way.
"Well, hopefully Ann can talk sense into them."
"We could send the Tweebs after them," Kim giggled.
"I think even your folks would draw the line on that one after they were expelled from their last college."
"Well, it wasn't really even their fault. They did warn the professor not to tamper with the program of their digital sequencer."
"They should be glad your Nerdlinger was able to unscramble everyone's molecules," Shego smirked. "I'm thinking they're still headed for mad science."
"The boys? Nah, they just want to play."
Shego did roll her eyes at that one.
"Honestly, they just like….seeing how things work. They don't even think about things like good, or evil. To them, everything is just…..puzzles to work out."
"I've noticed," Shego admitted, recalling a few times when she had to put her foot down to keep them from playing those games with her.
"I hope mom isn't going to work late today," Kim sighed. "I really would like to end worrying over this silly sitch."
Shego said nothing to that.
KP
Kim sighed as she looked back out the window of the simple classroom where she had been assigned.
While her mother had argued, the woman in charge, one Theodora Brazinski, would not bend. The law said all children were to attend school, and that included Kim Possible. Her previous attendance, and records did not mean a thing to the woman in the superintendent's office. Kim was currently an underage child, and so that meant she was going to be in class, or face truancy charges. She felt the child had no other option, as the law made no exceptions in her view.
Even though her parents were still trying to help, Kim was left assigned to a first grade class while they tried find someone that would listen to them.
So far, that had not happened. Theodora was apparently a big hotshot back east with a reputation for helping improve troubled districts. She had been brought in to help improve the tri-city school district, and she was taking that job seriously.
And following every regulation to the letter.
Four days later, despite their arguing, Kim was still in class, and beyond bored as she tried to the pass the time while her teacher, a nice enough, but clueless sort, tried to teach them adding and subtracting.
Ms. Fiona Buttons caught Kim daydreaming again, and cleared her throat as she used her pointer to tap on the redhead's desk.
"C'mon, Kimberly. Let's see you try one of the problems on the board. It may seem scary, but just do your best," the woman smiled reassuringly at her.
"Do my best," Kim hissed, her green eyes glittering. "My best," she fumed, and climbed ot her feet, making the teacher frown as Kim shoved away from her desk, and stalked toward the board.
"You want my best," she demanded hotly.
"Yes, sweetie," the teacher smiled on.
Kim almost literally growled.
The walked up to the board, grabbed a piece of chalk, and started writing.
First, she answered the first problem.
Then the second. The third, and all the way across to the last.
"That's….very good. You can sit down….."
"No, no, no," Kim smiled smugly now, moving to the far board now. "You wanted my best. Well, here you go," she said, and began to work out a quadrilateral equation for FTL travel she had been helping her father perfect as she tapped into her 'quantum consciousness,' as she now deemed it.
The grade-school teacher gaped as the arcane symbols flowed across the board, and the other students stared, or murmured as the weird redhead made the teacher gape at her with an open mouth.
"You tell me, Ms. Buttons," Kim said as she only turned to smile sweetly at her as the woman stared at the complex equations. "Do I pass?"
The woman nodded jerkily, but said nothing.
Just as the bell rang.
"R-Recess," the teacher grit out. "Everyone….line up."
KP
"You see," Fiona Buttons gestured to the principal while her class was on the playground. "You said Kimberly was gifted. Not….. Not….. This is so advanced, I can't begin to tell you what she wrote there."
"It could be gibberish she just put together to impress you," the principal suggested as he scowled at the equations. "It wouldn't be the first time some little brat faked genius.
"It's not," Gerald Deakes, the sixth grade math teacher told them, having been called over to review the work.
"You can tell what it is," the balding administrator asked, who knew as much about advanced math, as he did his teenage daughter's behavior. Which was nothing.
"Before I lost my job at NASA due to the cutbacks, I was working on that very problem. Only it looks like your grade-schooler has solved it. What was her name?"
"Kim Possible," the first grade teacher told him.
"Oh, that explains it."
"You know her?"
"Her. Her family. You know she's not really six, don't you? She's a twenty-something year old, shrank by mad science as I heard it. And her family is full of geniuses. Serious geniuses," he added. "And it looks like she just cracked the light-speed barrier if this is even halfway accurate."
Fiona was back to gaping.
"Twenty…something? But…..?"
"Yes, yes. She is that Kim Possible. Crime-fighting heroine. Saved the world from aliens about a half dozen years ago. Again. Quite a hero to us locals," Gerald told them. "I guess some people are starting to forget her, but…..I doubt that'll last now that she's growing up again."
"Again," the principal sputtered. "This….is not what we were told."
"No," Fiona agreed. "Frankly, I can't have her in my class. Aside from….wasting my….our time, she disrupts my class. And we're obviously not really teaching her anything."
"Obviously," Gerald smirked. "I wonder whose bright idea it was to stick one of the brightest minds in the world into an ordinary first grade class anyway."
The principal looked ill.
"I think I should call her parents," he said even as shrieks came from the playground outside.
"Now, what," Fiona moaned as someone started calling for her.
Loudly.
KP
Kim sulked all the way outside.
She hated lining up.
She hated these stupid rules that meant nothing. Taught nothing. It was just silly to her.
She absolutely hated naps.
She really hated being told to swing low, and slow, and not to do too much, or go too far. Or anything else.
Frankly, the old woman that ran the playground for their class was fast getting on her nerves.
She was almost as bad as Ms. Buttons.
Sure, the teacher seemed nice enough. But she couldn't seem to grasp that Kim was bored out of her skull. So if she was daydreaming, it was because she already knew what she was trying to cram into the other kids' heads.
When the kids lined up to take turns swinging, Kim couldn't help but stare off in another direction.
She grinned as she saw the monkey bars the old lady that ran their 'recess' would not let them near. Those were for older students the woman would insist.
Kim smiled mischievously as she noted the woman was distracted by a boy swinging too high, and was chiding him as she babbled at him, trying to make him slow down before he hurt himself.
Kim edged away from the line, and one of the girls behind her hissed, "You'a get in trouble."
"No big," she scoffed, and broke line, and ran over to the monkey bars.
Kim scrambled up, and climbed onto the top, and began jumping on the bars to skip across the top, which was when the old woman turned her way as someone ratted her out, and the old woman took one look at her, and gave a screech that that drew every eye on the playground.
The sound distracted her just enough that she missed a bar, plummeted down between two rails, and only grinned as her arms flashed out, caught a bar, and then swung herself back up on top before cart-wheeling across the top like an old game from years ago.
Kids shouted, and cheered, whooping, and urging her on even as the old woman, and several other teachers came rushing over, shouting over each other at her.
"Kimberly Anne," Ms. Buttons shouted just then as the young teacher ran up. "Get off there before your hurt yourself," her teacher demanded.
She paused, perched atop the metal bars with flushed features, and looked down with a less than happy expression.
"I'm not gonna get hurt. I do this all the time!"
"Get down," Fiona Buttons insisted.
"Fine," she grumbled as some of the other kids made sounds of disappointment themselves.
The old lady shrieked again as Kim tumbled to the end, jumped up, and somersaulted to land perfectly before her.
"Ta-dah!"
The woman looked not unlike she was ready to have a heart attack.
The kids around her all applauded.
Fiona groaned.
"Back to the swings," Fiona barked at her class. "Now. Not you, Kimberly. Come with me."
There were low sniggers, but Kim huffed, and walked after her.
"I wasn't doing anything," she complained. "Just playing."
"I understand…..you're not a typical child, young lady, but you have to understand you could inspire some of these children to….."
"Want to do more than you let them," she asked suggestively.
"To hurt themselves," Fiona corrected.
Kim huffed.
"Playing safe never gets you anywhere," Kim countered.
"Where did your antics get you," she accused now, staring back at her as she opened the door for Kim.
"You might be surprised," Kim smiled impishly now.
The teacher resisted a sudden urge to swear.
"No. Not class," the teacher told her when Kim started to turn that way. "To the office," she pointed imperiously.
"Am I in trouble," she asked, not sounding all that upset.
"Office. Go."
"Fine. Fine," she muttered. "Man, this never happened….. Wait, it did happen before," she recalled. "Man, no one ever wants to let you have fun," she huffed.
Fiona Buttons just shook her head.
When she decided to devote her life to shaping young minds, she never, in her life, expected to face a mind like that one.
Fun?
She was ready to scream herself when she ran outside to see that little girl all but flying atop the monkey-bars, and looking as if she were just inches from a terrible fall. What kind of girl thought that was fun?
To Be Continued….