Disclaimer: Kim Possible belongs to Disney. House MD belongs to David Shore. The story is mine, but the inspiration is thanks to all my companions at KP Slash Haven, and the original idea belongs to Xgamerkf. But this is written just for the sake of art, so please enjoy it.

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"Think wrongly, if you please, but in all cases think for yourself."
- Doris Lessing

Incurable

This was just routine, wasn't it?

"Now…" House said, starting to write notes on the typical white blackboard. Irony sucks "Let's find out where is the Kryptonite. Tell me what you know"

Cameron picked up her notebook with the notes she and Chase had taken about the patients' symptoms.

"Apparently broken left shoulder. Several burns on the right side of her abdomen. Probably infection in both injures. She also has several bruises, and maybe internal bleeding…"

"Internal bleeding?" Foreman, who was sitting in front of her, interrupted "Her blood pressure increased, not the opposite. Besides, she vomited a lot of blood. If she also had internal bleeding she would be nearly dead for blood loose, if not gone already"

"Don't even mention it" Cameron replied, too much feeling on her words for her usual self.

"Blood vomit, can't remember Superman doing that" House said, adding it to the list in the blackboard "And what about the pain?"

"That's the weirdest part" She replied "The pain caused by her burn is not only unbearable, but anesthetics are not stopping it"

"Not stopping?" House remarked, clearly curious "How's that possible?"

"She's under morphine, yet the wound is still irritating her, severally. Raising the morphine had neither positive nor evident effect"

"What? Our super-girl is immune to morphine?"

"No. The morphine is clearly reducing the pain on her shoulder, but not on the burn"

"Either the pain is unimaginable terrible or…" Foreman started…

"…or somehow an infection is affecting directly on her brain and the nervous system" House finished.

"Streptococcus?" Foreman suggested.

"We would have already seen some other symptoms" Cameron replied "There's surely something on the burning, an unidentified infection, maybe bacterial"

"Maybe there's the kryptonite. It's always green, right? Like our villain. By the way, where is she?"

"Shego?" The immunologist asked, sounded rather upset "Damn if I know"

"Maybe she left"

"I surely hope so"

"Why?" House questioned.

Cameron stared at him with a mix of disgust and curiosity.

"What? You want a criminal hanging around between us? The farthest the better for Kim and-"

"I'm not asking why you want her out" House interrupted "I'm asking why would she leave"

Both fellows looked at each other for a moment.

"How do we know?" The immunologist asked.

"Maybe she didn't left" Foreman corrected himself.

House nodded, meditating for a bit.

"So… what do you want her for?"

"Nothing" House replied, just then noticing that someone was missing "Where is Chase?"

"Taking care of Kim" Cameron said, again by the name?, just before being pointed by House's cane.

"Do a check on the wound, see what you can get"

"She's a minor" Cameron objected "We need the authorization from her parents before applying any serious proceeds"

"Cuddy has been trying to contact her parents" Foreman added "No luck yet"

"Well, isn't one of your neurologist partners' named Annabelle Possible?" House asked. Foreman stared into nothingness for a second, clearly realizing something and deducible feeling silly for not doing it before.

"Right" He said standing up "I'll look for her"

"Great, and you check the wound"

"Without authorization?"

"For a checking? C'mon!" He said mockingly, turning back and leaving the office.

"Where are you going?" Foreman asked, but House didn't reply.

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What to do when things aren't making sense anymore? How are you supposed to act then? Rationally or irrationally? Normally, you can trust your odds to act as the odds they are, even if they are your enemies. But what if you can't expect such odds to act as you know? What are you supposed to expect? What can you expect?

"Nothing" Wade said, almost as if he was reading Ron's mind, though the answer wasn't really for the questions in his head, but rather for the results of Kim's signal.

Shego had taken the Kimmunicator with her, at least according to Wade's theory about how things had turned out based on how much he could see through said item, but he eventually lost all contact with it, and so tracing down Kim's location was impossible.

"Aw, man! What happened to it?"

Fortunately there was still the installed Kimmunicator in Kim's car, which Ron was using to communicate with the genius boy while driving as fast as he could.

"Look out!!" Rufus screamed while covering his eyes. For the third time since they left the abandoned factory, the boy had driven the car into a one-way street… by the wrong direction.

"Presumably, I think Shego got tired of the beeping" Wade answered while he heard the tires' chilling, clearly produced by being 'stroked' against the pavement. If anything, Ron's terrified expression confirmed his reasons for getting angry "I told you to put on the autopilot!!"

"C'mon! Why won't anyone trust me!?"

"BECAUSE last time Kim let you drive you pass through seven red traffic lights, destroyed two open-air markets, almost run over an old lady, made a revolutionary tunnel through your school and Bueno Nacho, and on top of everything, crashed right into the police station!"

"OK, OK! Got some little mistakes! I admit that! But still, the autopilot is just too slow!"

"At least it guarantees your arrival"

"We're almost there, ok?" Ron replied "Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital, right?"

"Right…" Wade replied. Still, he had a bad feeling… a very bad one. Like… like it would be better if Ron wouldn't arrive just yet…

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Both House and Shego had learn to avoid the rules, to find ways to make things the way they wanted, to read through some people's minds, and they both could feel proud about it.

But neither House had learn to read villain's mind nor Shego had learn how to avoid her own rules.

"This is the last place I expected to find you" He said right after entering the hospital's church "You're not gonna tell me you are a believer, right?"

Of course she was not. The only reason she came here was because she was looking for quietness. But for some reason, her reply was: "So what if I am?"

"You suck at it"

The pale woman, who until then had been sitting with one leg on the seat and her arms wrapped around its knee, stood up firmly and faced the man who had just came in. Just her firm posture was already threatening, and the doctor opted for stopping his walking right where he was.

"Who are you?" She asked, marking the danger with the tone of her voice.

"I'm Dr. House. I'm in charge of the patient you brought us"

"Kimmie? Great, and what do you want with me?" She said, trying to sound disinterested.

"Funny, I was about to ask you almost the same thing"

He sounded anything but scared. In other words: Shego didn't like him.

"What do you mean?"

House reconsidered. He was planning to question this woman about what kind of person -criminal person- hurts someone and then brings her to the hospital carrying her in her own arms while demanding the best doctors to save her, but he decided not to. Partly because he didn't really find it that much interesting, and partly because this woman's body language was already telling him it was a baaad idea, besides giving him a bit of the answers.

So… better concentrate on the work: "What did you do to her exactly?"

"You mean… the burn?"

"They told me you said something about plasma and radioactivity. What weapon did you actually hit her with?"

"No weapon" She replied, raising her left hand in front of her "This"

Now, this was something new to House. Still, due to his experience in weird cases, he managed to avoid looking surprised at the villain's magical trick, so to say.

Her gloved hand was glowing with a green aura around it. He approached a few steps, looking carefully at it. There seemed to be small bubble-like spheres popping around it, and the energy in question emitted some kind of ultrasonic sound.

"Don't touch it" Shego warned him as soon as he raised his hand near hers. He wasn't going to, anyway. The proximity was enough for him to realize the heat produced by the glow.

"You scratched her with this?" He asked.

The reply consisted on Shego extending her arm firmly and pointing to her left. The energy glowed more intensely for a moment before being shot from her hand to the nearest wall, remained House of the similar beam that had passed right between Drew and him a little time ago. The blast wasn't too powerful, so it didn't destroy the wall, but it left a black stain in it, again, similar to the previous one.

"That's surely useful" He said "Like for… killing people, right?"

He knew that would irritate her, but didn't expect it to be so much as for grabbing him by the clothes and pull her right arm backward, its hand glowing and ready to strike his face at any second.

"Wanna be the first one?!"

First one? Now… this girl had just revealed her weak spot herself, not to mention that, because of the glimpse of fear he noticed in her voice, this had just started to make sense… a bit. Anyway, better go carefully…

"I managed to stop my boss to call the police to arrest you" He said, once again, without fear in his voice "You can kill me now, confront the authorities and whoever comes after you, and leave the teenager heroin without doctor" His words were affecting her, he could see it in her eyes "OR you can calm down in this moment and agree to collaborate with me"

Shego closed her eyes and remained quiet for a moment, but finally lighted out his hand and let the doctor go.

"Yeah, I think that's better for the three of us"

"What do you want me to do?"

"You'll help?"

"Of course I will!" Damn her impulses! That reply was way too eager for someone who wanted to pretend to sound anything but interested. But she had promised Kimmie… well, not exactly promised, but still.

"Very well then" He said, looked aside for a moment, apparently thinking a bit, and then stared at her again "Can you tell me how does that exactly work?"

'That' was obviously referred to her powers. She frowned and closed her eyes, sighing…

"I really don't know exactly how it works" She admitted "It's… way too complex, and I'm not a scientist. However…"

"Hmm?" House pronounced, denoting interest.

"Drakken has analyzed it before. All the information related to my power is archived in his lair. I send him over to look for them, he should be back soon"

"Soon enough?" He asked, the question having more impact in the pale woman than what they both could have expected.

"What do you mean with that!? How much…" She was scared to even ask, but tried not to jump into too much conclusions "Is… is she in serious danger!?"

"We don't know what she has, so we can't tell" House replied "But if you intoxicated her with your powers, she might not have much time"

Green eyes opening wide, Shego stepped back as if she was scared of the doctor himself. She knew that her powers were dangerous, she knew that she could easily kill people with them, but she never, ever, expected something like this to happen.

She raised her hands near his face… watching them in a way she never did before.

Her powers were… poisonous!? Take them away from her if that was the case!! She almost wanted to cut her arms off…

"Even if you don't know how does that scientifically works, you can still help me"

She looked at him again, this time, determination building up in her eyes.

"Yes" She said "What can I do?"

He smiled, happy for both gaining the girl's collaboration and having the doors open to ask whatever he wanted. Those powers surely intrigued him.

"Let's see… how long have you had those powers?"

"Ten years so far" She replied "Since I was fifteen"

That involved a lot of things, House deduced. With so much time, she surely knew how to control them, and probably having using them in other humans before, but he preferred to concentrate on the heroine.

"Have you ever blaster her with them before?"

"…rarely" She confessed, looking aside "She's good, always evades them"

He raised an eyebrow "Always?"

"I even can't believe she didn't do it today!"

One thing leads to another, and the pieces of the mystery were practically meeting by themselves. Not in the way he expected, but…

"And how do you know that?" He asked. He needed to confirm it.

"We've been fighting for like… three years so far! I know her, and she knows me, at least in the battle field. I know what she can handle and she can't, and I tell you, I know she could have escaped from this blast! I just can't believe she didn't do it. She must have been distracted or some- OW!!" She screamed when House suddenly struck his cane right on her head, making her rub it for a moment and, when she was already considering payback, see the doctor leave the church.

"What the hell was that for!?"

He stopped at the doorway "You should have told that the moment you arrived here on the first place!"

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Door locked, windows too. No one was near. Good.

She didn't like doing this kind of things, but she just couldn't let things go on as they were. As the boss, she was to be responsible of anything that happened, so if measures were needed… she was the one who would take them.

Grabbing her personal cell-phone, she dialed a number she hadn't dial in years, but had never forgotten it. Once done, she waited between anxiousness and nervousness.

The beeping stopped, which meant that the connection was already established, but for the first moments, no one spoke. The boss sighed… as an odd way of communicating the person on the other end of the line that she was expecting to hear her voice.

"…Lisa?" She finally asked.

The Dean of Medicine gasped, her heart skipping a beat. She hadn't heard that voice for years and now she realized how much she missed it.

"I need your help" Cuddy finally said.

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"So… Miss Saffic" Dr. Wilson said to the girl in front of her, probably the most tomboyish girl he ever met. "The blood test didn't shown anything, so I don't think there's really any serious problem. Have you tried…?"

Then suddenly, the door of the clinic in which they were was opened. Normally, there would be some knocking before that, but at this point, Wilson could rarely be surprised by his friend's usual entrances.

"Hey" House said, giving a look to the girl for a moment and then back to Wilson "Need you"

"What for?"

"Distraction"

He had to be kidding. Right?

Of course not.

"I got a patient here, can't you see?"

He looked at the girl, at the oncologist and then back at the girl, and then proceeded to sit right between them, looking at Miss Saffic into the eyes.

"What are your symptoms, boy?" He asked

"I'm a girl" She said, sounding vaguely offended.

"Yeah, but not of the kind I would call 'babe'" He replied. Wilson sighed placing his hand on his forehead. With friends like this, who needed enemies? "Now, back to the symptoms"

"Muscular contractures, stress, headaches, lack of energy" Wilson stated from behind him "But it doesn't seems to be really anything wrong"

Well… for starters, she was pretty thin.

"Have you been trying to let go what you've been keeping inside?" House asked, and the girl looked actually surprised, which he interpreted, mistakenly, as she didn't getting what he was saying. "Putting your up to your throat" He 'explained'.

"Ah… AH!" She exclaimed, practically understanding, but then her expression changed and she began moving her head left to right and vice-versa continuously for a moment, finally adding: "I'm not anorectic"

"But you have been keeping something inside, haven't you?" Again, Saffic had a very surprised expression on her face "And it was letting it go what hurt"

He was good, Saffic had to admit, damn good. Sighing again, her expression went back to the sad one she had when she arrived there. She wondering what leaded him to such conclusion, unknowing that he had actually just noticed the still present marks of tears in the bags of her eyes.

"Prescribe her some antidepressants and aspirins and let's go" House suggested, or rather, ordered.

"Fine"

"Don't worry" He said looking back to the girl "You'll live"

"What's this distraction you want me for, anyway?" Wilson asked while writing another stupid prescription "Better not be for security like last time because-"

"A patient's mother, who's also a doctor here"

"Who are we talking about?"

"Annabelle Possible, from the neurologist department"

"Possible?" The tomboyish girl asked. "Did you say 'Possible'?"

"Yeah, mother of the so-called 'teenager superhero' who happens to be my patient, Kim Possible"

"Kimberly is here!?"

"You know her?" House asked. Great: Now I have to recognize some popularity.

"She's my classmate!"

Or perhaps not. He thought relieved, and then added "What's your name, boy?"

"I'm a girl!" She repeated "The name's Alex"

"So a boy!" He joked. "All right, Alex. Could you help us with our little distraction? C'mon, it's for Kimberly"

"You're not making me feel in the right mood"

"Nor did the man that rejected you and let you in it, right?"

"It wasn't a man"

Awkward, very awkward silence…

"SO a boy!"

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The trio of fellows were just about to start the test on the samples they got from Kim Possible in the hospital labs when someone none of them expected stormed into the room carrying the plastic blackboard with her.

"Cancel EVERTHING" Shego commanded.

"What?" The black-skinned neurologist questioned.

"The idiot of you boss told me to tell you that, and to bring his paperwork" She said gesturing to the transportable blackboard she just let go with it's inertia toward and near the female doctor.

"Are you talking about Cuddy?" Cameron asked

"House" Chase corrected.

"Yeah, that idiot one"

"But why would he do that?" The female doctor said, sounding clearly displeased.

"Hell if I know!"

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The bad thing about desiring to help… it's when you feel that there's absolutely nothing you can do. Annabelle Possible was suffering that kind of angst right now, holding her daughter's hand tight but gently, while watching her dealing with the burning pain. She had been the mother of this girl for the seventeen years of her life, and couldn't feel more proud of her. Her little Bubble Butt had grown not only into a kind girl, marvelous cheerleader and great student, but also as a hero for the entire world. While this brought a lot of worries for Kim's family during the beginning of her doing all those missions, it eventually became almost like routine not only for the redhead teenager, but also for her parents, who practically had forgotten about all the possible dangers their child was facing day after day. Of course, the fact that Kimmie would always come back in one piece demonstrated them that they shouldn't worry at all, until today…

While her mind debated between wanting to believe that this was an exceptional case that would never repeat and wanting to never let her daughter go into any mission again, the door to the intensive care unit opened, letting a certain doctor come into the room. When she recognized said doctor… she just didn't know how to feel.

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Author Notes:

I'm really sorry for taking so long, but this fanfic is just no thing easy to write (nothing is) and lately I feel like inspiration won't hit me not even by mistake. Still, don't think I'm giving up on this. This is going forward no matter what.

About the character presented, Alex Saffic, I'll tell you she's not exactly an original character (Though I'm sure some of the people reading this might already know about her), but one of the background characters of the KP series. If you're interested, go to Goggle, insert "The Background Lesbian" (Between quotation marks/inverted comas) and go to the first result you'll find, there you'll find out what character I'm talking about and anything you might want to know. Also, you can find some fanarts of her at DeviantART. She's kinda a "Fanon Character"

Now, on the Next Chapter: Ron and Drakken finally arrive at the hospital, and you'll discover that House and Kim don't' really get along, much like Shego with House's team. And try to guess who was Cuddy talking with.

And please leave reviews. God would, think about that.