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Kim Possible: Super-Girl

By LJ58

1

"Let's go over this again, just for clarification's sake. What weapon did you use when you…?"

"No weapons," Kim sighed wearily. "For the fourteenth time," she told the agent who was debriefing her. "I was using my fists. Just my fists. The only time I used a weapon was when I used that stun baton to short out the geothermal converter."

Agent Agnes Fyne sighed, and eyed the papers before her. A stack that included Agent Possible's personal testimony of her experiences in Professor Dementor's lair just before Agent Du had arrived.

"Forgive my skepticism, Kim, but while you do have a reputation, the last I checked, even you couldn't….. Well, shatter bone with your bare hands. I understand you were not even using your battle-suit?"

"No. Wade still has it. New upgrades," she explained.

"Right. And the glow that Agent Stoppable reported?"

"My eyes, apparently. That's the one thing I never noticed, and don't recall. I was operating on instinct at the time when those Henches rushed me. One minute I was getting buried under their numbers, and the next…."

She gestured with her hands, pantomiming and explosion.

"All right. Let's take it from there. They rushed you. Piled on, and…..? What were you feeling? What exactly were you thinking when you…..reacted," Agent Fyne asked.

Kim glanced away, blushing slightly.

"Agent Possible, you're facing potential charges for excessive force, and even involuntary manslaughter here. Technically, most of those men in the ICU were unarmed, and yet you put more than a few in traction. One is dead, and another still may not make it. Now, tell me exactly what happened," Agnes demanded.

"Fine," she grumbled. "One of them…..groped me," Kim said, and blushed darker. "It startled me, and pissed me off, and then I just…shoved him away. Okay. Even I didn't realize how hard, or how effectively at the time. I only reacted, and then…"

"Then you went after Dementor?"

"No, I finished off the machine before he could fire it. Then I spotted that annoying runt staring at me. I knew he was about to make another getaway, and didn't feel like chasing him down again….."

"So, you crossed over...two hundred feet in…..less than a half-second," she read from her report. "Were you using the hyper-speed boost your friend created for you?"

"Uhm, see 'suit in the shop,'" Kim sighed, and leaned back in her chair. "Look, I don't know how I did it. I didn't realize I had even done any of that until I stopped, and…..realized I had. Only the how still escapes me."

"I see."

"For the record, Wade did scan me immediately afterward, and he's still analyzing his scan. I'm hoping he has an idea, because I'm still pretty confused myself," Kim admitted.

"All right. So, how are you feeling now? Still stronger than usual? Still capable of breaking a man's entire face with a single punch?"

"No," Kim squeaked. "And you know Du already ran me through the so-called lab here. I'm at my usual standards. No super-boost, or anything like it."

"Hmmm. Suppose, however, someone tweaked you again? Or you grew…..agitated? Do you think that might manifest another…..boost?"

"I don't know," Kim muttered. "I told you, I'm still waiting on Wade…."

"Who technically isn't a part of Global Justice? So we'll just work on our own report, shall we, Agent Possible," Agent Fyne suggested coolly now.

"Look, even you have to know that Wade is still part of my team, and..."

"Your team, Agent Possible, is Global Justice now. Since joining as an officially deputized, if provisional agent, you now have….."

"I know what I have, damn it," she spat, and banged a fist down on the corner of the woman's desk.

Which shattered like rotted kindling under Kim's fist.

Kim held up her fist, and gaped, shocked by the result herself.

"Interesting. So, your power-boost is definitely tied to your emotional state. I do believe we're onto something, Agent Possible. Oh, and need I add that you're benched pending a full reexamination, and a genuine testing of your new abilites? By our people," she added.

Kim stared at her fist, slowly relaxed it, and then eyed her.

"Did my eyes…..glow," she asked uneasily.

"As a matter of fact, they did," the prim agent nodded. "In fact, they started shimmering somewhat just about the time you began giving me an account of your…..earlier fondling."

Kim scowled.

"And you still pushed me just to see what might happen? That was kind of…"

"Agent Possible, I might not be out there in the field, but I'm still very good at my job. As, I expect, you are good at what you do. Now, I'd be completely remiss if I turned a dangerously unstable agent out to continue field operations, and based on what little we do know, right now that is you. Agreed?"

Kim refused to flinch from that smug, knowing stare, and met the woman's gaze with her own.

"I've faced a lot more than a temporary strength-boost out there, and managed just fine before now," Kim began.

Agent Fyne simply held up a hand.

"You were not, however, an official agent for Global Justice. Now, you are. That implies procedures. Regulations you must, and will follow if you wish to continue being an official agent. Do you?"

Kim glared as she slowly got to her feet.

"Do you," Agnes Fyne pushed.

"I'm thinking about it," Kim grumbled curtly.

"If you think you can just walk out, realize, too, that you are now represent an obvious potential danger to yourself, and to others. We would be ethically liable for any actions, and so would be by necessity required to take you into cust…"

"You can stop right there," Kim spat. "I swear, you're as bad as Du."

"Perish the thought," the woman remarked blandly. "I'm just trying to prevent another disaster. Or did you intend to put Dementor into a coma? Or kill that Hench?"

Kim scowled.

"You know I didn't," she spat, but far less vehemently now.

"Good. Then stand down. Go home. And wait for me to call with a scheduled exam date that will fully analyze….."

"Wade will tell me what I need to know," Kim cut her off again.

"And I have told you that Wade isn't part of….."

"Wade is smarter than anyone GJ has just now. And let's face it, the experts in those labs still being refurbished of late actually think Newtonian physics are the beginning and end of all scientific knowledge. C'mon, they didn't even know the difference between modular stacking, and cybertronic replication."

Agent Fyne sighed herself now, and shook her head.

"I will take into account what your…..friend discovers. Whatever he does learn, however, must still be confirmed by our researchers…."

"If you think I'm putting myself back in their hands after the last time they strapped me down to check for 'alien influences' during what was supposed to be a routine physical, you are the one that's insane," Kim muttered, her tone dropping, and her eyes flickering with that pale light again.

"Possible, calm down," Agnes snapped. "Now, go home, and wait for my call."

"Or," Kim suggested. "I'll just submit a no-confidence memo on my entire unit, and suggest personal vendettas are fueling a witch hunt that is undermining, and hampering my operations. Because this is starting to smell like one of Will Du's scripted attempts to undercut my team again."

Agnes eyed her, raising one brow, and asked, "So, you're feeling persecuted? Tell me, is paranoia common with you, Agent Possible, or…?"

"I'm out of here," Kim spat.

Kim spun on her heel now, and turned for the door.

"If you walk out that door, I can't help you," Agnes told her. "Not legally. Not medically. Not…."

"Lady, it doesn't sound like you're trying to help anyone but yourself," Kim told her. "I've faced worse than you, and I'm still here. Now, I'm sorry about the Hench. I am. But if you think giving Dementor a lasting headache worries me, then you haven't been paying attention. I'm pretty sure that right about now, the entire European Union is hoping that moron doesn't recover."

She slammed the door on the way out, but to Agnes' surprise, it didn't even crack.

She eyed the closed panel, and sighed.

"Damn," she murmured. "Out ten bucks," she remarked even as the intercom chirped.

She let it chirp three times, then shook her head, and reached for it.

"Fyne," she answered.

"How did it go?"

"Almost exactly as if you had scripted it," the agent admitted as she registered that gruff, but familiar voice on the other end.

"Your personal assessment," the woman on the other end asked bluntly.

"It's definitely something tied to her emotional state. I upset her, and she put a fist right through the top of my desk without trying. You know, the one with the oak paneling. She didn't even seem to feel it."

"Did she resign?"

"Not this time. I'd say it was close, though," Agnes admitted. "Very close."

"Overall, what do you think her operational status is at this time, Agent Fyne?"

Agnes fine drew a breath, pausing thoughtfully, and nodded.

"She's proud, arrogant, stubborn, and yet blind to her own faults. That said, she's likely still the best you have out there just now. Oh, and she still hasn't forgotten, or likely forgiven Professor Stein for trying to strap her down in the lab a few months ago. He had best watch his back around her."

"That's a given. Is she dangerous, Agnes?"

"From what I know," Agnes snorted now, "She always was. I suspect that element of threat just amplified exponentially, though. The amount of force she is manifesting when her adrenalin rises is likely….."

"I've already calculated it," came the reply, and Agnes sighed, knowing her superior well enough by now.

"Of course. Of course. So, tell me how to proceed, Dr. Director. Legally, we could be culpable for whatever happens next. Do we suspend her, or…?"

Dr. Betty Director actually laughed.

"Bench Team Possible when they just saved most of Europe from a major disaster? I'm pretty sure the world would be at our throats if we tried that one. This is still Kim Possible, Agent Fyne, and the virtual, if not literal face of GJ in the world after she helped stop a genuine alien invasion not that long ago."

"I was given to understand that is was actually…."

"Argue the semantics later. Can we still use her?"

"She still needs proper assessment. Until we know she can actually manage these…..power boosts, she is a walking accident herself, and the liability issues I foresee are going to be horrendous. Or worse, especially since she knows what she can do now, so it could be made to look like premeditated action if she hurts, or kills someone else next time."

"If I know Kimberly, she's already on it herself," Betty's voice speculated. "Oh, by the way, Agnes. You owe me ten dollars," Dr. Director's smug tone informed her.

Agnes sighed.

"I know. Remind me not to bet with you again."

"I just know Kimberly better than she knows herself," Betty Director told her legal officer.

"I'll take your word on that one, ma'am. So, how do we proceed?"

"We wait for Wade to make his report, and then we find out how we can best use whatever he finds ourselves. Let's face it, Kimberly does make a valid point when she tells us our current researchers are a bit behind the curve. It's why I'm working to thin a few of the old men out, and hopefully get new blood into our labs."

"I suppose that couldn't hurt. All right. But I still recommend keeping an eye on Agent Possible. If the wrong thing sets her off, it might still go bad for us if people start to realize we have a potential rogue in our ranks."

"Remind me to tell you about the day I hired Agent Du," Betty chortled now.

Agnes said nothing to that one. Dr. Director had already hung up.

Couldn't Dr. Director see the danger here? Because she could. If someone set Kim Possible off in the wrong place, at the wrong time, Possible might just create a disaster of her own. One they wouldn't be able to save her from.

True, no one was really listening very closely to the complaints over excessive force from the recent victims of her 'rampage,' but if that kind of thing happened anywhere else, the implications could be…..more than disturbing.

KP

"Well, that's not news," Kim muttered when Wade finally called her concerning his findings. "Or haven't you been telling me my metabolism has been wonky for years," she asked.

"She's got you there," Ron told him from where he sat near the holographic image of the taller, slightly more fit genius that still helped keep Team Possible in action even after they joined as provisional agents of Global Justice. Of late, Wade was changing his own routine, and it was starting to show.

"A slightly unstable metabolism is one thing," Wade told them, scowling bleakly. "But, Kim, your entire genetic structure is in such an unstable flux just now, that it's like you're actually mutating. Literally becoming…something else."

"When you say mutating," Ron shuddered.

"No, Ron, she's not turning into a zombie," Wade muttered bleakly as he eyed the monkey-master knowingly.

"Well, good. I'm not sure the world is ready for a zombie-Kim," Ron declared authoritatively.

Kim shrugged, giving Wade a helpless expression, and gestured for him to go on.

"So, what can you tell us," she asked Wade.

Wade grimaced again, and actually looked away.

"Wade?"

"This is going to be hard to say, but….just hear me out."

"Okay," Kim nodded.

"Kim, when I say your genetic structure is in flux, I mean it's genuinely changing. Completely changing."

"So, what am I facing," Kim asked. "And can't you stop it?"

"I don't even understand the mechanics behind it just yet, so, no, I can't stop it. But I can detect the shift, and….. The shift, for lack of a better word, is literally overwhelming your own DNA."

"Overwhelming…? Wade, what is it," Kim asked uneasily.

"The flux? It's some kind of underlying alien DNA that is subsuming your own," Wade told her. "Based on the models I managed to put together from my scans, you're going to change completely before it's over. On a genetic level, that is. The….boosts you reported? I think it's because stress levels now activate something in the new cells and DNA that is….. Well, energizing you, somehow."

"Okay. Okay. That explains the sudden strength. But when you say alien DNA," Kim asked.

"It's not Lorwardian," Wade told her, which made Kim nod in relief.

"How can you be sure? Maybe they did something…?"

"Ron, it's been over five years years," Wade cut off the still often paranoid young man. "Besides, I had access to some Lorwardian DNA before the bodies were cremated over health concerns. Whatever the DNA in Kim's body is, it's completely different. It's also incredibly dense, and yet highly energized. All I can tell for certain is, whatever is happening, it's making her…..incredibly powerful."

"How powerful," Ron quipped with a grin.

"Ron!"

"He's right to curious, Kim," Wade told her now. "I'm still working out my theories, but…..we could be talking Big Cape power levels here."

"Me? No way," Kim rasped.

"Way," Wade nodded. "That said, I hope you don't mind, but I've contacted a few experts to help us…."

"Not GJ's," Kim and Ron both groaned, cutting him off.

"No. No," Wade almost laughed at their expressions. "Real experts. In fact, they've worked directly with the League in Metropolis at times. Dr. Emil Hamilton, and Dr. John Jones. Both highly respected xeno-biologists, as well as top level researchers in their fields."

"I've heard of Hamilton. Isn't he with…?"

"Star Labs," Wade nodded. "Dr. Jones works almost exclusively with alien heroes, too. He's working with Dr. Hamilton just now on a project, and you have an appointment to see them in two days. I'm lining up a ride now."

"I can just take my car….. Oh, right," she grumbled, remembering that the FAA had grounded her Roth after they realized she was flying around with what amounted to a military-grade rocket under the hood, driven by an unregulated fusion engine.

Needless to say, they wouldn't even license her car now, and there were several different departments that were still all arguing over who had jurisdiction over the unlikely technology in the car that Kim had chosen to hide rather than let someone claim it on a pretext.

Sometimes she really hated bureaucrats.

"Don't worry. I'll get someone trustworthy, and discreet," Wade told her.

Kim nodded.

"All right, Wade. I guess I'd better call the folks, too. I certainly don't want them finding out about this new wrinkle in my life from another press release," Kim groaned, knowing how her family had taken the last 'news' the press spread for her.

Wade did smile now.

"You can laugh. You weren't grounded by your father in spite of not even living at home any longer. Or even living in the same city," Kim protested.

"Actually, I was just thinking of what your brothers' reaction are going to be to this."

Kim did groan now.

"Don't remind me," she complained, knowing both boys were now hounding her over joining up with Team Possible of late since turning fifteen.

"Look at it this way, at least you're not going to turn green, or grow flowers, or something," Ron grinned at her. Then he eyed Wade, and asked very seriously, "She's not, is she?"

"I'll call you with the details concerning the ride tomorrow," Wade assured her. "I should know more by then."

"Thanks, Wade. I guess I don't have to say, keep me posted?"

"As you say, no big. We'll figure this out, Kim. Count on it," Wade said just before vanishing from the room.

Ron eyed her, and nodded, no longer quite as stunned by Wade's holographic coming-and-going since the young teen had perfected his technology.

"And don't worry, KP. Whatever happens, I'll still have your back. Even if you do turn into an alien zombie, or…..something."

Kim only rolled her eyes.

"Go home, Ron," she told him, and pointedly walked him to the door of her dorm room where she still lived while working on her graduate degree. She couldn't help but wonder when her life had gotten so complicated.

To Be Continued….