Sidetracked
A KiGo fanfic
I would like to thanks King in Yellow for checking my spelling and grammar. My native language is not English, so MUCHAS GRACIAS KiY!
Also, I'd like to send a very special thank you to all my reviewers. I'll do my best to keep the good work.
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.
Chapter 2: Switching roles.
Kim allowed herself a moment of relief upon entering the highway; with a bit of luck, she would be reaching her destination by sunrise. A couple of hours later, she made a quick stop to refuel and stretch her sore legs. While drinking some water and checking the engine, she continued her remembrance of yesterday's events.
(Continuing Chapter one's last flash back: Two days ago)
Kim woke up to the sounds of thunder and lighting. 'Oh great, just perfect,' she thought, feeling a few cold droplets of water soaking her face. Her body felt like a massive bruise, but one ache stood up among the rest; her right side. Fearfully, she ran her left hand up and down the injured side, checking it; the skin was tender, but there was no evidence of ribs sticking out of her flesh or any major blood loss. If a broken rib had punctured her lung, she would be coughing blood by now.
The drizzle had developed into a full force rain by now and she was completely soaked. Shuddering and groaning, she managed to stand up. Her arms and legs were covered in minor gashes and she felt a little dizzy, but nothing major besides her cracked ribs.
'Yay, lucky me,' she thought, limping around the burned mess that had been the secret lair.
"Monique! Will! Anybody!" she called out, clutching her side, her ribs protesting for the effort. There was no answer. Grimacing in pain, she kept looking.
Her hearth sunk when she sighted a burned mess of clothing. A closer inspection confirmed her fears; Will lay facing the ground, both of his legs bending in wrong angles. His back was covered in various degree burns and, though the rain had partially dissolved it there was evidence of a puddle of blood around his head.
Ten feet away, Kim found Monique, and it was probably the most horrible thing she had ever seen. At first impression, there was nothing wrong with her friend; sure a couple of gashes and minor burns, but nothing serious…unless you counted the steel pole stuck on her lower belly, pinning her to the ground below. With that picture embed into her brain Kim broke into a short run, collapsing after a few steps, throwing up and crying.
In what felt like several hours later, Kim heard the familiar noise of a helicopter landing. Soon, a pair of arms were picking her up, dressing her wounds and carrying her to a safer location. In the safety of the helicopter, she lost consciousness once again.
(Present)
Kim paid up for the gas and was on her way again, a nagging voice in the back of her head telling her something was wrong; there was too much stillness in the air. Then, she saw them; two black sedans, tailing her. She floored the gas pedal, trying to outrun her pursuers.
(Yesterday)
"Kim, you have company," said Mrs. Dr. Possible, entering her daughter's hospital room. Kim straightened on the bed, hoping her visitor was Ron, or Wade; heck, even seeing Bonnie would be nice. But her visitor was no other than Dr. Director.
"Miss Possible, I hope you're feeling well," said the Head of GJ, sitting beside Kim's bed.
"I'll live." The redhead's reply was full of sadness. Betty Director noticed the younger girl's mood. She took a deep breath.
"Kim," she said, trying to sound as understanding as possible "what happened was a terrible tragedy. We lost two valuable agents…and friends," she ended her sentence softly, getting Kim's attention. The one-eyed woman continued. "The little evidence Monique was able to send to our database is the only reliable source of information we have, and because of that," Dr. Director got up. Kim gave a quick look to her mother, surprised to see her tense, and looking toward the head of GJ as if she was a threat. The young redhead returned her attention to the one-eyed woman
"Kimberly Ann Possible, you're under arrest for complicity, set up and first degree murder," said Dr. Director, crossing her arms in a defiant manner.
Kim was speechless. "Wait, what?" Mrs. Dr. Possible's voice rose in anger. "My daughter just went through hell under your orders! She's injured, she lost a very dear friend and you're placing HER under arrest?! With all due respect, Betty, I think you're loosing your mind."
Dr. Director sighed. "Now, Annette, I know you're just protecting your child but the only evidence we have points Kim as our only suspect. We must place her in custody until we know for sure she's not guilty," she explained.
"Kim's condition is still a little delicate. She has to remain here for the night," stated Mrs. Dr. Possible, crossing her arms and moving to stand between Kim's bed and Dr. Director.
Dr. Director turned her back on them. "I'll come back tomorrow to escort Miss Possible to a proper facility. Until then, goodbye," she said, leaving the room.
There was a tense moment of silence between mother and daughter. Finally, Kim's mom ended it. "Put some pants on, you're leaving," she said, taking out the IV from her daughter's arm.
Kim looked at the verge of tears. "Mom, I didn't…--"
"I believe you," her mother stated, changing the dressing of Kim's wounds "and I will unless you're not being honest with me, which I doubt, but in the meantime you can't stay here. You must go somewhere safe, where you can uncover the truth and clean your name," with that, she finished securing the new dressing. Kim dressed in the old, ragged jeans, plain white shirt and black polo sweater her mom had brought for her. She looked at her mom, wondering what she was planning to do.
"We're on a second floor. The window is open and it leads to the emergency ladder. Wait until its dark and then go. There's an alley to the right of the building you can use to sneak to some of the backstreets. Reach a safe destination, get your thoughts in order and then just run. Is that understood, young lady?" said Ms. Dr. Possible, giving her child some cash and bandages.
Kim hugged her mom. "Thank you," she whispered. Her mother broke the embrace, placing a kiss on Kim's forehead. "I'm leaving now. I'll lock the door to give you some privacy. God bless you, Kimmie," she said, turning to leave.
"Wait, mom," said Kim, looking for something else to say. Finally, she looked into her mother's eyes. "I love you, mom. Tell dad and the tweebs I love them too and…tell Monique's parents…I'm sorry," she said, tears running down her cheeks. Her mother gave her a quick hug. "I love you too, baby. Now go," she whispered, leaving the room in a hurry, not wanting her daughter to see her own tears. 'Be safe, Kimmie,' she thought while locking the door.
When the time was right, Kim sneaked out of the hospital, heading to the safest place she could think of, beside her own house; Ron's place.
And she was right; Ron had been more than happy to help her. While giving her his car and another couple of devices she could use he promised to investigate what was happening.
(Present)
'Aw crap! They're catching up with me!' Kim thought, shifting gears again, trying to go faster. She was in the middle of the highway and she couldn't shake them off in there. She knew that a couple of miles ahead there was a forest and she could at least try to lose them there. But her hopes died when, from out of nowhere, another pair of black sedans blocked her way, forcing her to hit the brakes. Her chasers stopped too, within inches of her trunk. 'I'm screwed,' she thought, watching as five black dressed figures surrounded her car.
One of them spoke. "Miss, step out of the vehicle with your hands where I can see them," he said, withdrawing his gun.
Kim opened the door and reached out slowly, noticing that one of them wasn't even armed; a strange, dark female who looked like she was wearing a ton of makeup and had covered most of her facial features with an oversized pair of sunglasses. Kim looked at her, quizzically, 'Why is she wearing sunglasses? It's four in the morning, for God's sake!' she thoughtThe woman merely smirked, waving at her.
"Miss, you're going to have to come with us. We'll escort you back to GJ's headquarters and to an isolation cell. If you refuse, we'll be forced to use violence and that would be inconvenient for both of us" another agent said, holding Kim's wrists and placing a pair of handcuffs around them. The feeling of cold metal against her skin broke something deep inside of her.
Kim snapped. Crying out, she delivered a kick into the nearest agent's chest, the blunt force of the attack making him roll on the floor. The redhead heard the click of guns getting ready to shoot and closed her eyes, tensing her muscles and waiting for the searing pain of bullets piercing her flesh to come. Instead of that, she heard a voice.
"Hold your fire!"
The voice had a sultry, feminine tone. Kim opened her eyes to find the strange woman with the sunglasses standing in front of her with a hand held up, motioning the agents to stop
"But Special Agent Ramirez, sir! …I mean, madam! we where specifically ordered to shoot the suspect if she doesn't surrender peacefully to us," said the agent that Kim had kicked earlier, dusting his uniform
"Agent Smith, may I ask who's in charge of this operation?" asked Ramirez, waving her ID in front of the agents.
"You are! But Dr. Director said--,"
"If something goes wrong I'm taking full responsibility," Ramirez said, gripping Kim's handcuffs, "besides, I don't think Dr. Director is that credulous. I mean, come on! You smelly half-brained chimps, managed to catch Kim Possible without placing a bullet or two on her? Yeah, right," she finished with a smirk, taking out something from her pocket.
When the agents finally realized what was happening, it was too late; a blinding flash of white forced them to back out, shielding their sore eyes.
Kim felt someone yanking her from her feet and the sound of an engine starting. The pain in her eyes was annoying, but nothing she couldn't stand. She opened her eyes and though her vision was blurry she recognized the backseat of the Mustang. Ramirez was in the driver's seat, already running in full speed.
Kim clung to the passenger's seat with both hands, trying to wipe her face with the sleeve of her sweater, but the violent movements of the car prevented her from doing so. Suddenly a large blur of beige appeared in front of the car and they were heading directly to it. 'We're going to hit the fence!' Kim thought, bracing herself.
Fortunately, the fence was old and the front of the Mustang broke through it like a knife on butter. They entered the woods and ran for a couple of miles until Ramirez made a sharp turn, slamming Kim against the door.
"Fuck! Stop the goddamn car, you psycho!" shouted Kim, holding her injured side with a grimace of pain.
Ramirez slowed down. "Don't worry Princess, the ride is almost over," she said, parking the car behind a couple of trees. Then she turned around and saw Kim's face. "Hey, are you ok?" she asked, reaching for Kim.
"No, I'm not, you idiot! What are you trying to do; scare the living hell out of me? Damn!" answered Kim, giving the woman an angry glare while backing away from her.
"Now, Kimmie, that's not the proper way to talk to the person who just saved your sorry ass from going to the big house. You better apologize, young lady," said Ramirez, mimicking a motherly tone.
Kim lowered her face; she was upset but that woman had a point. "I'm sorry, I'm just too tired…thanks for saving me," she said, rising her eyes again, "what's your name?"
The other woman let out a quiet laughter. "Don't you recognize me, Pumpkin?" she asked, taking off the glasses and rubbing some of the makeup off. For the second time in the week, Kim was speechless.
"Kimmie, close your mouth! And it's not polite to stare" said Shego, in a mocking voice, taking out a napkin and cleaning the rest of the makeup that covered her natural greenish skin tone.
"Shego?! What the hell are you doing here?!" said a very surprised Kim, fighting the urge to get out of the car and go back home.
The raven haired woman glared at Kim. "I told you, I'm helping you," she answered.
"Yeah, right; you spend my whole youth trying to kill me and now you want to help me. I'm totally buying it," said Kim, the sarcasm dripping from her voice like poison.
"I'm not a murderer, you little brat! I'm helping you because I've got my reasons. Besides, someone played you a low trick. Not even Drakken would do something that crooked. Now, would you accept my help or you'd rather go for a ride with those gentlemen?" said Shego, filing her nails, as if boredom had gotten the better of her.
Kim raised her arms in defeat, only to bend over in pain as her ribs protested. "I accept," she muttered. Silently, Shego got out of the car and before taking Kim in her arms, she opened the handcuffs. Then she carried the redhead to another car, a Jeep, hidden carefully in the bushes. She laid the wounded girl in the passenger's seat, wrapping her carefully with the sweater and hiding her red hair inside the sweater's hood. Then she hopped in and started the car. Kim watched in amazement the carefulness in the older woman's movements as she was carried; she had never thought that someone like Shego could be so caring, so…soft.
"I'll tend your wounds when we get home," said the pale-greenish woman, driving through the woodland. "Home?" asked the redheaded ex heroine, suddenly feeling too tired to speak. Shego laughed. "I'm taking you to my place, Princess. You can take me out to diner and a movie after this," she said, teasing Kim, and even though the girl was on the verge of falling sleep, the raven haired woman saw a little blush in her cheeks.
Kim woke up just when they were entering the parking lot of Shego's house
Shego's apartment building was a little old, but looked normal and oddly safe. They entered through a back door and quickly took the elevator to the fifth floor. 5D was Shego's home. She opened the door and led Kim to a large and cozy couch in the middle of the room. "I'm home!" she exclaimed, dropping her keys into the kitchen table and going through the cabinets, looking for something.
Kim gave her a confused stare, until the sound of footsteps answered her question.
"Welcome home, Sheila," a soft voice said, coming from the hallway that lead to the bedrooms. Kim turned around slowly; the owner of the voice was a lithe, petite girl, around 16 years old, who looked like a younger version of Shego herself but without the greenish skin or the green eyes. This girl's eyes were brown, with yellowish reflections and pure white skin.
"Kim Possible, I'd like you to meet Gabrielle, my younger sister," said Shego, bringing a first aid kit with her.
Kim's face was priceless. "You have a sister?!" she blurted out.
Shego rolled her eyes and Gabrielle giggled. "Hey, just because my face is not in front page it doesn't mean I don't exist," she joked, sitting across Kim, grinning.
'Jeez, that grin must come with heritage,' Kim thought, shuddering slightly; Gabrielle's grin was just like Shego's, but a little less sardonic.
"Take off the shirt and lay down, I have to check your ribs," said Shego, taking out some bandages from the first aid kit. Kim obeyed She blushed a little and noticed that Shego's skin had gone a slightly darker shade of green.
"Wow, sis, smooth moves; you didn't even have to take her out in order to make her lose her shirt," said Gabrielle, teasing.
Shego glared at her. "Shut up. You took your medicines and checked your heart rate, right?" she asked while wrapping a new dressing around Kim's torso.
"Yeah, everything is O.K," answered Gabrielle, getting up and heading to her bedroom. She stopped before reaching the doorframe. "By the way, Shee, Melvin called; appears that big bro is asking too much questions about my whereabouts, so purple boy wants you to call him ASAP. I'm going to bed so goodnight Miss Possible, it was a pleasure to meet you," she added, retreating to her bedroom.
Shego frowned, gathering the spare bandages in the first aid kit and going back to the kitchen. Kim got up, slowly, and wrapped herself in her old polo sweater; she would deal with her shirt later. The redhead watched as Shego strolled into the room holding a couple of mugs and offered her one.
"My sister makes a killer hot chocolate. She makes it only when I'm around, so consider yourself lucky," said Shego, sitting across Kim, holding her own steaming cup.
Kim took a sip. 'Damn! This IS good,' she thought, sighing blissfully. "So, are you going to give me some explanations or do I have to guess?" she asked, the chocolate giving her a boost of strength.
"Explanations about what?" asked Shego, trying to look innocent, but she knew what Kim was talking about.
"I thought Team Go had only five members, Shego, or would you rather I'd call you Sheila?" Kim teased, making an emphasis on that last word.
"Ok, ok, I give. But you have to swear you're not telling this to anybody," said Shego, with a scowl.
"Girl Scout's honor," promised Kim, holding up her right hand as up as she could without wincing in pain.
Shego led out a sigh. "Our parents wanted a big family, so they started having children as soon as they could; Hego is the eldest, then comes Mego, then me, Gabrielle, and finally the Wego twins," she said.
"And…?" Kim asked, feeling there was more to the tale than what Shego was telling her.
"And…what? Do you want to know the age, height, weight and personal preferences of every single one of my relatives?" Shego retorted, growling at Kim. But the green-eyed ex teen heroine didn't as much as flinch, staring coldly at her.
"Jesus, Possible, you ARE impossible," groaned the green skinned former thief, rolling her eyes.
"Sorry, I couldn't help but to notice that your sister appeared conveniently along with your offer to help me, so please explain," said Kim, displaying her own victory grin.
Shego never gave explanations. Not to her brothers, not to her boss, and definitely not to a certain redhead, but this time she felt like she owed the girl some answers.
"My sister was born sick…I can't remember the proper name, but in essence it's a hole in her heart. The doctors said she had a slim chance of survival. Afraid she wouldn't survive, my parents rushed into trying again, that's why Gaby and the twins are only about a year and a half apart," Shego said, giving Kim a sad smile.
She finished her cup of chocolate and continued. "But as you saw earlier, Gabrielle survived. The doctors managed to sew the hole shut and she was supposed to be ok. But then, years later, that comet changed our lives. Our parents died and the radiation of that…thing…messed up our DNA. It gave us these so called 'superpowers', but it gave us some flaws as well; I'm not telling you mine, but in Gabrielle's case, it managed to rip that old gash on her heart back open. The doctors tried to fix it again, but every time they do, it opens again, and bigger. Due to the comet's messing with her DNA, no sane doctor would try to perform a heart transplant, so we lost all hope." Shego stopped for a minute, trying to gather herself; some of the memories that tale was bringing were not nice. "Anyway, while in jail I heard about that S.C.P project and I told Mego; he works for the City Hall so he made a little research and then used his contacts to get our sister on the waiting list. She got her surgery five days ago."
"That's great! So, she's safe now, right?" said Kim, cutting the other woman's tale.
"Hold on, Princess, I haven't said happily ever after' yet, now have I?" said a very annoyed Shego. When she was sure there wouldn't be any kind of interruption, she continued. "Because of the comet's radiation, she has the fast healing factor that my brothers and I have, that's why I brought her here to recover. But there was a little flaw; the technicians made a mistake measuring the inner valves of her device. They had to order new ones and use some generic others in the procedure. They said it was ok; the parts were scheduled to arrive pretty soon and Gabrielle would be fine with the proper medication. And just when I thought everything was going to work out, the freaking truck was stolen. So you see, I do have a powerful reason to help you. Happy now?" the raven haired woman finished, crossing her nicely shaped legs.
"But doing that isn't dangerous? According to the briefing I got, the parts must be custom size. Your sister is in danger," said Kim, leaving her cup on the table
"Last week, before getting the surgery, she went into cardiac arrest twice. Her heart was getting weaker, faster than we thought. The doctors had to do something and the generics seemed safer than waiting…" the former thief said, her voice trembling. She got up and went to her room, coming back shortly with some blankets and a pillow. "Sorry, but you'll have to stay in the couch tonight. I'll fix you something better in the morning," she said, handing Kim the items and leaving in a hurry.
Kim saw the tears in the older woman's face and decided to leave her alone; they could talk in the morning. She was so tired she fell asleep as soon as her head touched the pillow.
End of chapter two, I'm so happy!
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