I do not own any Disney characters named herein, and am only borrowing them to tell a nonprofit tale meant for entertainment purposes only.

Kim Possible: Super-Girl

By LJ58

3

"Kim," Ann murmured when Shego finally landed them back in the motel lot after their return, and they climbed out to face one another after a long, silent flight.

"Mom," she choked. "Not now. Okay? Just, not now. I need to think about things."

Ann looked ready to cry.

"Honey, I hope you know, that however you came to us, you were always our little girl. And we love you. More than anything. Sometimes, I even thought you were my own. You….."

"Mom."

Kim sighed heavily, and looked around as Shego just eyed them from the cockpit where she waited.

"Look, I just need to think," Kim told her. "And you should get back home. I'll…. I'll call later."

Ann just stared at her.

"I promise," Kim told her, as if sensing just what the older redhead was feeling just then as she only stared at her.

"Just remember, we have always loved you, Kim," Ann finally told her, and then went to her van. "We always will."

"Yo, Kimmie," Shego called, gesturing for her to approach again as the older redhead drove away.

Kim easily jumped back up on the wing, and asked, "Yeah?"

"You ask me, Ann is the best thing that ever happened to you. Don't blow that one, Princess. All that other crap happening now? That's nothing. You better hang on to the people that really care for you. Trust me on that one."

"I….. I know. I just…..have a lot to absorb just now."

"Hey, at least a comet didn't blow up in your face," the woman shrugged, and grinned. "Now, get off my wing. I'm already late for my next appointment."

"Okay. Uh, thanks. For the ride, and all."

"It was a job. And a favor owed. But for you, Kimmie, anytime. Seriously. You need something, call. I still owe you a few," she winked, and gave her a thumb's up as the cockpit began to close again.

Kim only waved as Shego took off, and she looked around, considering a cab to take her back to the university. Of course, it was only a few miles back to the dorm, and she had time this afternoon since she had no other classes.

She wasn't even scheduled to see Dr. Director until tomorrow.

Dr. Director.

"You can't tell anyone," Superman had told her. "I'm sure you understand the value of this great a secret," he told her. "Until we can help you manage your genetic shift once it fully stabilizes, you have to keep this a secret. From everyone."

"And Wade," she had asked.

"J'onn... Dr. Jones assures me he can be trusted. However, there are some in that organization you sometimes aid that cannot," the powerful hero had told her firmly.

It was ironic that after all the times Shego had said the same thing, in her own way, that she only now reconsidered GJ's trustworthiness because of what the timeless Kryptonian had so carelessly stated.

She considered how to even diffuse this one when she inevitably faced the woman that ran the U.N.'s enforcement arm, and hoped Wade had an idea.

No one back at the heroes' space station hideout had even bothered to say anything beyond the obvious.

Which was, just don't tell anyone.

She considered Ron.

Aside from the fact they had broken up a few years ago after Ron's ego had taken him to a few dark places again, she still deemed him a friend, and partner in what still remained Team Possible. Only she had to admit that even Ron was somehow indisposed from keeping any kind of secrets at times. Even his own eventually leaked out, and usually in the worst time and place. She was actually surprised that Hanna's true legacy remained hidden all this time.

She glanced up the street now, and considered her next move.

"Wade, I'm back," she finally called her tech-savvy friend.

"You made good time," he smiled. "Did Star Labs help…?"

"Wade, I've got news. I don't know if they'll call you with any details, but….. I need a cover story for GJ, fast, or things could get ugly."

"How ugly," Wade frowned. "What happened?"

"Wade," she said, and trailed off as she walked away from the motel, then looked around. "Can we be overheard?"

Wade frowned, and tapped a few keys on the monitor before im.

"We're secure, but what about you? Are you in public?"

"On a street near the motel where I met mom. I'm walking back."

"Okay. You should be good. So, what's so….."

"Wade, I'm…..not human," she told him, and shuddered as those earlier thoughts, and misgivings rose anew.

"Kim, just because your DNA is unusually fluid…."

"No, Wade. I'm a…..a real alien. It turns out that…..Superman is my father."

Wade's mouth dropped open, and he just stared.

"That's impossible! I thought Kryptonian DNA was incompatible with….."

"My mother was another alien. Someone called…..Maxima. I'm completely alien," Kim admitted aloud, and the words still stunned her.

"Oh," Wade frowned, and typed frantically for a moment.

"Wade?"

"Just a….. Okay. Okay, got it. Maxima? The former queen of Almerac," he exclaimed, looking up to eye Kim in awe. "Your mother is royalty!"

"My mother is a brain surgeon," Kim muttered sourly.

"Right. Right. So, how did you…? Well, how did you end up with…. That is…. Were you adopted?"

"Something like that. Obviously, my birth parents had enemies. The 'destroy-the-planet' kind. So they hid me with…..the Possibles, and let everyone think I was their natural child."

"But you were…? I mean you were always….human. You never showed anything but….?"

"Apparently, my birth mother arranged some kind of genetic veneer once they had a human family chosen to take me," Kim admitted. "Only over the years, it's apparently been kind of…..strained, and….."

"Now it's failing," Wade nodded in realization as he seemed to accept her words without issue.

"You could say that. Dr. Jones said I would likely revert to my true genetic structure inside of three to four weeks. Then….."

Wade eyed her seriously, and nodded.

"I hope you know that doesn't change who you are, Kim," Wade told her. "I mean, you're still Kim Possible, and you're still….."

"Just come up with something I can use to diffuse Dr. Director, Wade," Kim cut him off as he started to stammer. "Because Superman told me not to let anyone know else about this just now. Especially GJ."

"I can see that. I've always had doubts about some of their people," he admitted.

"You have?"

Wade merely scowled now.

"Sorry. Sorry. It's just, even Shego didn't rub that one in. After she heard."

"So, Shego knows," Wade asked quietly.

"She was there," Kim reminded him. "Besides, I trust her."

"Shego?"

"Yes," Kim sputtered, and stopped at a corner to glare at her Kimmunicator.

"I'm just saying, you do know she is still doing mercenary work? This is the kind of secret that could be worth….."

"I trust her," Kim growled, her eyes starting to glow slightly.

Wade immediately noticed, and made a quick gesture.

Kim sighed, and closed her eyes without looking around.

"Just….don't you think we should be careful about her?"

"Look, Wade, I just…. I just know I can trust her. I don't know how, but I do. So, let it go," she all but ordered him.

"Hmmmmm. From the few available records on your….birth mother, it was said she had very powerful, and uncharted psionic abilities. A very powerful form of empathy, too. You might already be tapping into some of that."

"You found records on….Maxima," Kim murmured.

"They didn't tell you about her?"

"Just that she was an alien, and kind of….mind-raped Superman so they could...you know," she said, grimacing at that image which still seemed kind of off in her head after meeting the powerful hero in person. "So, what else did she have?"

"Yeah, well, she apparently could….entrance any guy she met. She also had her own super-strength, speed, and could use her psychokinetic powers to fly. She was apparently…. Well, very concerned about….her heritage, though."

"For all the good it did her. Because here I am, and she's….."

"Gone," Wade supplied.

"Do the records tell you where she went? Or what happened?"

Wade eyed a monitor out of her view on the Kimmunicator screen, and then shook her head.

"No. She vanished after leaving you with Kal-El," he told her. "The files beyond that are so heavily encrypted that even I can't get into them," he admitted.

"So, my mother was an alien rapist," Kim muttered. "Why does that sound like one of Ron's stupid movies?"

"Speaking of Ron….."

"No. Absolutely not," she said, crossing the street after the light changed, and heading for the next block. "He can't know. Not now. Maybe not ever."

"I was wondering. I mean, we both know….. Kim, look out," he shouted, and Kim looked up even as a dark red humvee barreled down the street right at her.

Even as she leapt onto the sidewalk, she could tell it wasn't stopping. It was coming right at her, and if she didn't move, it would run right over her.

She jumped to one side, pushing off as hard as her legs could manage, and hoped she could evade it.

Even as she lunged straight up into the air, and kept going.

"Wade," she gasped, suddenly hovering over twenty feet in the air, and looking down on the humvee that kept going, its tires squealing as it powered around a tight turn, and sped away from her.

"Kim! You can fly!"

"I noticed," Kim hissed at the young man on the Kimmunicator screen, and looked away from the people below now pointing up at her, and eyed the fleeing SUV. "The truck?"

"I think it's a WEE armored car. Backtracking now. It looks like they came out of a garage three blocks away, and it looks like they're trying to get back to the same garage since they just turned back in the same direction. Probably a relay point," Wade advised her.

"So now Gemini is after me? After all this time," she sputtered as she hovered in the air.

"Well, he did try to get his hands on Ron after that whole 'Ron Factor' debacle," Wade reminded her, making her groan as she just hovered in the air, not moving up, or down. "Maybe someone tipped him off to your new upgrade?"

"GJ does have its share of leaks at times," Kim scowled. "Just another reason for us to be careful. Okay, give me a really good excuse, Wade, because I'm guessing I'm about to really need one."

"Wait, what are you…..?"

"Gotta go catch a bad guy, Wade. So, excuse?"

She then instinctively flung herself forward, and found herself flying surprisingly well as she arched, turned, and followed the speeding humvee that had smashed more than a few cars out of its way on its return trip.

Then she spotted the young mother just ahead that was caught in a crosswalk, pushing a stroller.

"No, no, no," Kim shouted, and flung herself down at the SUV as she willed herself to move as fast as she could.

The young blonde screeched as the seeming explosion all but deafened her as she cringed, and recoiled, only belatedly looking up from the stroller she instinctively sheltered with her body.

When she did, she couldn't believe her eyes as she spotted the slender redhead standing in front of the ruined SUV that had been smashed almost flat where Kim had landed on the hood. Or rather, almost encased in the ruined front end.

Kim had been thinking of just landing on it, and trying to make the driver turn away from the mother and child.

Instead, her feet and legs had all but smashed down through the powerful engine, and she virtually planted the front end in the asphalt as three men went flying through the windshield. Not one of them had apparently been buckled up.

Even as Kim had to all but tear her way out of the ruined engine compartment, the sounds of police sirens filled the air as the blonde just stared at her with a widely gaping mouth as she tried to give voice to her shock. The men from the truck, all in WEE uniforms, only lay there moaning. Obviously in no condition to escape.

"Uh, could you….not say anything about this," Kim asked the gaping woman before she simply flew straight up by jumping into the air to escape before the police could arrive.

She was airborne in seconds, and flying higher and higher as she felt the desperation fuel her need to escape, and in only seconds, she found herself hovering over the curvature of the planet, and looking down at the world slowly spinning below her.

"I thought I spotted you," a now familiar voice cut into her stunned thoughts as she stared incredulously down at the world she had just flown over.

She spun around, and found Superman himself hovering in the air before her.

"You okay, Kimberly," he asked with genuine concern.

"Well, I….. I'm pretty sure I just blew any cover I had left all to pieces," she exclaimed, only belatedly reclaiming any composure she had left.

He looked down, and to the right, and nodded.

"Yes, they're putting out a broadcast now to bring you in for questioning. Stopping madmen aside, you did leave quite a mess," he said with a smile.

"I…"

"I understand. It takes getting used to," Superman told her. "The things we can do."

Kim held up her small hands, and just stared.

Her clothing was nearly shredded in places, but this time, she didn't even have a bruise on her. No sign that she had just torn an SUV apart with her bare hands, after smashing it into the ground.

"I'm really not human, am I," she asked quietly.

Kal-El sighed, and took her hands.

"It's not what you are that make you human, Kimberly," he told her. "It's what you do. My own adoptive mother taught me that one."

"Your….adoptive mother?"

"I was raised on this planet."

"I….didn't know."

"You never heard my own back-story," he smiled.

"No," she admitted. "I never got into the whole….hero-worship like Ron…. He's a friend. He got into it, but I was…ah, busy with other things."

"I understand. Tell you what, you've apparently accelerated past the genetic shift J'onn mentioned, so why don't you follow me? There's someone it occurs to me that you should meet."

"Can they help me…figure this out?"

"They might. She always helped me when I had issues."

"She….?"

"My mother. She's admittedly pretty old, but she's still pretty sharp," he smiled.

He nodded, then flew down toward the east.

She copied his posture, and found flying even easier as she used her outflung arms to more easily aim her flight through the sky as she caught him easily, even when he obviously kept accelerating.

"You're getting pretty fast," he smiled, and dropped from the sky over a small farmhouse in the middle of wheat fields that stretched out in all directions.

"Your mother…..lives here," she asked as she landed beside him, and he paused to look around himself.

"Ma says she'll die here, just like pa, and the fool that thinks they're dragging her off to some home is going to be sorely disappointed," he told her with a smile.

"Oh. Oh, so….. You really grew up…..here?"

"I consider myself lucky," Kal-El told her. "Since you're about to hear it anyway, my name is Clark Kent."

"Clark…? I've ready your old bylines. When you still worked for the Daily Planet before it went under. You….I mean, I can't believe that was...is you?"

Kim eyed him as he merely shrugged, and walked toward the house.

"Even heroes have to eat. And that means a job. Of course, Clark is going to have to disappear soon, but I'm trying to hold out till after ma….."

He trailed off as he opened the door, and shouted, "It's me, ma. You still up?"

"Well, of course I'm up. It's not the middle of the day," the quavering voice of a seemingly ancient woman spat back as the woman in a motorized chair came into the kitchen to look up at him. "You didn't say you were coming….. And who is this? And why is she in those dreadful clothes," the woman squinted up at Kim. "Are you okay, dear?"

"Ma, she's fine. She's my daughter."

The old woman gasped, and looked up at Kim again.

"You…? You had a child? And you never told me…. Clark Kent," she growled. "You sit yourself down, young man, and start explaining right now," she demanded of him.

Clark/Kal-El actually blushed, and walked over to take a chair at the table as Martha Kent gestured, and Kim sat next to him.

"Well?"

"It's…..kind of embarrassing," he actually admitted, and then eyed Kim. "You see, Kim's mother…. Well, she….."

"She hypnotized him with super-powers, and took advantage of him," Kim stated blandly, actually feeling a little sorry for the peerless hero just then who seemed to actually be cringing in front of his aged mother.

"Land sakes, boy. I thought no one could stop you, let alone….."

"It was Maxima," Kal sighed.

"Oh, her. So, you actually….had a child? And you never told us," Martha demanded.

"At the time, I didn't know myself. Until Maxima came back, and needed a place to hide our daughter from our mutual enemies," he went on, explaining how Kim had been hidden away from the world, and the galaxy, by making her seem just a basic, average girl.

"And you couldn't tell us you had a child once you did know," Martha demanded.

"Ma, by then, Kim had her own life. For all we knew, she would never….develop after Maxima masked her true genetics. It was safer, and best for all concerned, if no one even noticed her. Only….she turned out to be a hero in her own right, and of late, the veneer Maxima arranged has been….degrading. She's already almost as strong as I am."

Martha looked up at her from her chair, and actually smiled.

"You really are an answer to a lot of prayers, sweetie. After Lois died, I was so afraid my boy would be all alone out there. He's the sort to brood over that kind of thing, too, and…."

"Ma," Kal groaned. "We came here so….."

"Actually, Mrs. Kent, I'm doing some of my own brooding," Kim told her. "Lately, I kind of feel…..not as human as I used to be, and these powers are already causing…..a lot of problems," she blurted out.

"Oh, heaven's, I don't doubt it. I still remember the day Clark put his foot through the floor of the old Ford when Jonathan tried to teach him to drive. Then there was the time he broke our neighbor's windows, and his wall, throwing a baseball."

"Neighbor," Kim frowned, looking toward the door, knowing how isolated the farm was from flying over it.

"Well, old Mr. Saunders, who lived about four miles west. Fortunately, he was already a bit senile, so no one believed him when he said a baseball did all that damage to his house."

Kim couldn't help but grin now as Kal-El looked ready to groan.

"Ma. Kim is going through what I did. After I first found out I wasn't from around here," he told her.

"Oh. Well, I can see that. Still, honey, you just remember, it's never about where you're from. It's about what you do with yourself. Heavens, my folks couldn't stand Jonathan when he first started courting me. Wrong side of town, you know? Not quite the same, but still, I think you understand. We're all part of the same world, or universe, and it's what you do that matters. Not what you are, or where you came from," the aged woman beamed.

"That's what I was trying to tell her. Only I don't know if I was getting through," Kal admitted with a glance at Kim.

"Well, son, you can be a little imposing when you wear that costume of yours. Speaking of which, it sounds like your little girl is going to need a costume of her own," she declared firmly.

"I'm not really….."

"Nonsense. I may be old, sweetheart, but I'm not senile yet. You think I haven't heard of Kim Possible? Goodness, you have helped do a lot of good without even knowing you were as strong as my Clark. Just think of all you can do now that you are," Martha beamed.

"I'm more worried about people that will try to hurt my family. My…..other family. Or those that may try to exploit me," she went on. "Somehow, using a costume to paint a target on them…."

Martha sighed, and shook her head as she reached out, and put a gnarled hand over Kim's nearest hand.

"You can't let fear stop you, honey. Or all those bad people out there win from the start."

"I know that. I'm just….."

"You might know that, but you're forgetting it. You didn't let your fear stop you before, now did you?"

"Well, no," Kim frowned.

"So, why now?"

"Well, everything is…..so different, and I….."

"Is it? Is it really," Martha asked her.

Kim frowned all the darker.

"You think about that, young lady. And meanwhile, you remember all the good you've already done. I don't expect to hear Clark's little girl is chickening out on us. Not when I already know she's one of the best ones out there."

Kim blushed at that.

"And, you. Get her a decent costume. Honestly, letting her run around in rags….."

"It's not really his fault. I kind of….lost control stopping a car," Kim blushed.

"Oh, that does take me back," Martha laughed now. "I remember the day Clark went chasing after the tractor when he was trying to pull a rock out of the way, and left it idling….."

Kal-El did more than groan before Martha finished sharing her stories.

And the pie and coffee she insisted on offering.

It was closer to dark than not when Kal-El led her out on the porch, and into the yard.

"Don't be a stranger, Kimberly," Martha told her from the door, waving after her. "I expect to be hearing good things from you, too."

"I'll try, Mrs. Kent."

"Oh, posh. You call me Gran now, hon. We're family, after all," the old woman beamed.

She couldn't help but smile at that as they flew away.

"You don't really need to give me a costume," she told him.

"Well, it hardly matters, but I'll tell you something you might figure out in time. Anything close, like my uniform, shares your bio-electric aura that will keep it from wearing out as fast. Or getting torn up as easily as loose garments."

"That could save me a few dollars on my wardrobe if I am like you in that respect," she admitted. "It doesn't solve my problems with GJ just now. Especially not after stopping that latest WEE attack."

"Actually, I may have an idea," Superman smiled, and led her back toward Upperton.

To Be Continued…