Sidetracked
A KiGo fanfic
Disclaimer: I do not own Kim Possible or any of its characters, they belong to Disney. All the attempts of giving a first or last name to uncertainly named characters (such as Ms. Dr. Possible or Shego) are just my own speculation. This is a Kim Possible/Shego story (KiGo) that means it contains femslash, so if this is not of your liking STOP READING NOW. All the events depicted here are the result of my restless imagination. Any resemblance to reality it's a mere coincidence. I'm not looking for any profit. Rated M.
However, I do own Gabrielle Gallagher. If you'd like to use her in your own story, let me know first.
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Chapter 1: Impossible.
It was almost two A.M in the morning, but the pretty redhead couldn't afford to fall sleep. She was currently escaping from the chaos that just a few days ago was her beloved hometown, Middleton.
An insistent humming forced her to switch gears. She had to go slowly to avoid bringing attention to herself; the Middleton Police Department had orders to shoot her on sight. Besides, her injured side was still tender. Trembling slightly, she remembered the moment where it all had started.
Four days ago
"Hey, KP!" said a very cheerful Ron, sitting beside her on the Possible's porch. Kim gave him a sad smile; he had been her best friend for as long as she could remember and she wouldn't be seeing him for a long time.
"Hi Ron" she tried to force herself to smile, but failed.
Ron sensed his friend's mood. "KP, I know you're sad, but working with Global Justice full time is the best choice for you! You have the talent, the intelligence, and please, don't forget the looks. You'll be their hottest item in no time!" He smiled and held her hand. "Remember you can do anything"
"Yeah, anithin'!" squeaked Rufus, climbing out of Ron's pocket. This time, Kim's smile was honest.
"I know that, Ron. And I'm leaving tomorrow, but…it's hard. I'm not going to see my family or my friends in a long time. And I want to do other things besides saving the world! I mean, it's awesome but what's so good in saving it if I can't enjoy it every once in a while?" the redhead sighed; she had turned twenty last month and received letters from almost every college in North America, but she was thinking about applying for Middleton U to stay home and get some rest after a whole year doing missions for Global Justice. Ron had been with her in all those jobs and agreed with her; the rest was much needed. But a letter from Dr. Director, the head of Global Justice, made her change her plans; she was already accepted in Global Justice's Training Academy as an up-graded student and, of course, she agreed.
Everyone was just too excited to ask (or for that matter, care) if she really wanted to go. She stared to her shoes again.
Ron held her close. "Cheer up, Kim. I'll give you a ride to the airport tomorrow. We'll lunch in Bueno Nacho first, and then I'll drop you off. I'll beep you every day to check on you and I'll try to go visit, even if I have to face a monkey!" he promised.
Present
Kim felt a twinge of pain remembering Ron. He had been the first to believe and help her, sheltering her at his place and even giving her his most treasured possession, besides Rufus; his 1964 Ford Mustang. It took him ten months to get the car back in shape after finding it in a junk yard. She had initially refused to accept it, but he insisted.
"You need a good car and this baby will get you wherever you want to go. Just bring it in with a full tank" where his words as he forced her into the driver seat.
But just as she was leaving, a Global Justice's squad arrived. He managed to distract them long enough to let her escape. She feared they had done something to him.
A patrolling car rushed by her, scaring her so badly she jerked the steering wheel, and the car stalled. Breathing hard and wincing in pain, she turned the key again, remembering she had switched plates with other car after leaving Ron's house hoping it would help her confuse her chasers. Then again, maybe Global Justice was already tailing her, those damn bastards. Her frown increased while she kept remembering.
Two days ago
"Agent Possible, nice to see you here," Dr. Director was a kind woman, but also a strict boss, she would not tolerate any kind of failure.
"It's good to see you too Dr. Director," was Kim's halfhearted reply. The redhead heroine took a seat next to her assigned teammates on this mission, her first as an official member of Global Justice: Will Du and Monique.
Kim had been so happy to see a familiar face upon her arrival to the Academy that she forgot to ask Monique just why in heaven's name she was here. Later that night she discovered that Monique had been training under both Wade and Ron's tutelage in order to assist her in the field.
Since Wade was a minor and some of his devices weren't approved by Global Justice's labs he couldn't keep helping Kim as a source of information and gadgets. He talked to Ron and with the aid of some other friends they had trained Monique. Her friend's concern for her well being touched Kim's heart.
As for Will Du, he was an excellent agent, but his "always-go-by-the-book" behavior was a royal pain in the ass. Kim just hoped for an easy and clean mission.
"Ok, ladies and gentleman," Dr. Director addressed them while details were displayed on the giant screen behind her. "I know you're all familiar with Dr. Vivian Porter's work in robotics"
The agents nodded and the Head of Global Justice moved on.
"She's been working on a health care project until last month: an especial pump that if provided with minimal impulses of electricity provides enough circulation". Dr Director met three confused stares. "A synthetic heart." she explained "The name of the project is 'Synthetic Circulation Provider' referred simply as S.C.P."
"Wow," pretty much summed up all of Kim's thoughts about it.
"The experiments worked out pretty well and the Surgeon General gave permission to move on with the project. A total of ten people have gone through surgery successfully. However, the procedure is delicate; the device is connected to the spinal cord so the owner's brain is able to control it, instead of relying on outside machinery. Once the main device is attached, it cannot be removed, but the risk of rejection is almost non-existent compared to a donated heart. All its parts are made custom size, and that is another important feature; every S.C.P must be custom size. If not, the patient might go into cardiac arrest due internal hemorrhage or lack of circulation"
The explanation was really interesting, but Kim felt the urge to interrupt.
"Yes, Miss Possible?" asked Dr. Director, watching Kim's raised hand.
"The briefing is getting too long. What happened and what do we have to do?" she asked, playing with a lock of her hair.
"A whole load of S.C.P custom made supplies headed to Go City was stolen yesterday. We were able to trace the truck here before the tracking chip got seized," Dr. Director pointed to a mountain range about twenty miles from Go City.
"Any suspects yet?" asked Will Du, stiff as a board and taking notes.
"No. The team is still processing the few bits of evidence we could find"
"What about Dr. Drakken and Shego? Or D.N.Amy?" Kim nearly jumped from her seat, remembering old rivals.
"Miss Possible, as you know, Mr Lipsky is currently under medical care at Middleton's Sanatorium and has been for the last two years and Miss Hall is being moved to a maximum security facility. As for 'Shego', the records show that she was sentenced to three years for breaking and entering, theft and public riot. Her good behavior in jail granted her parole two months ago and we haven't heard of her ever since then. Her parole officer says she's faithful to keep her assigned parole appointments so we have nothing to do with her."
Kim sat back again. Soon they were given directions and sent on their way.
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The location was rather deserted. "I think the team was wrong, there's no evidence of a hidden lair in here," said Monique, brushing some grass of her cargo pants.
Will had taken the metal detector out and was currently scanning the place. Kim felt the place was a little too familiar. She went around a wall of vines and started feeling through them.
Grinning, she turned to Will. "Hey Will! Say the magic words and you'll get a surprise."
He stared at her like he thought she was seriously deranged but answered anyway.
"Please and thank you?"
Still grinning, Kim turned the hidden switch and a giant metal door opened. "I knew this place was familiar; a couple of years back, this used to be one of Drakken's hidden lairs," she explained while enjoying the looks of disbelieve she was getting. "C'mon guys, lets wrap this puppy up and leave,"
The place was a mess; there was dust everywhere and just a few lights remained operative. Spare parts and trash were scattered all over. The truck in the middle of the room made and odd contrast; while the place was covered in several layers of dust, the truck seemed clean. Tire marks on the floor pointed that it had been left here recently.
"Will! You and Monique better analyze the truck to see if we can get some prints to Global Justice, I'll look around." The redheaded heroine withdrew her flashlight and picked up a folder laid on the keyboard of an old and eccentric computer set with a screen so big it was ridiculous. Flipping the folder open, she found some old and wrinkled sketches. 'This looks familiar,' she thought, looking at them, but couldn't place them anywhere, so she pocketed them and went to the truck.
"What's the sitch?" she asked, leaning against the truck's nose.
Monique was dusting the steering wheel. "We found some prints and I'm scanning them to Global Justice. We should have a suspect by now," she said, paying close attention to her scanner.
While the girls waited for GJ's answer, Will opened the back of the truck. 'Funny,' he though, 'this truck is supposed to be loaded with boxes.' He climbed in and took the only box that was left to the girls.
"It's empty back there, except for this," he announced, lowering the box to the ground. Kim heard a beeping; the answer from GJ had arrived. She let Monique read it while she and Will examined the box.
"Kim…" Monique's voice trembled. "…these are your prints"
The redhead stared at her friend in disbelieve. "How…?" she managed to say, but Will's gasp of surprise cut her shut; inside the bomb there was a time bomb and the timer's display told them they had only ten seconds to clear the place.
"RUN!" she yelled, yanking Monique to her feet and breaking into a desperate run behind Will.
The timer reached zero and hell broke loose.
The force of the blast sent Kim flying through the air. She managed to see the whole place going up in flames, but Will and Monique were nowhere to be seen. Then she landed heavily on her side, cracking a couple of ribs. She tried to get into a sitting position but failed miserably, passing out.
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Ooooh cliffhanger! Next chapter won't have so many flashbacks and the green babe we all love will make her appearance.