I do not own the Disney characters named herein, and am only using them for a nonprofit tale meant to entertain only.
Kim Possible: The Stoppable Factor
By LJ58
6
"She's still gone," Bonnie asked Monique when she ran across the girl still working in Cocoa Banana in the local mall. As a junior manager now, but still part of the chain.
"No one's seen her since she helped stop Team GO last month," the ebony-skinned teen told Bonnie. "Has Ron heard…..anything?"
"If he did, he's not told me anything," Bonnie frowned. "And, I'm pretty sure he wouldn't hide that kind of thing from me. I did hear someone in summer school say…. Well, they said that she might have gone to jail for interfering in a police matter. You know, after that robot thing, they had kind of…..grounded her. So….."
"I don't know. I wouldn't think they would actually arrest her just for helping people. Would they," Monique frowned as she rang up Bonnie's latest purchase of tiny baby clothes.
Girl's clothes, as it turned out they now knew they were having a little girl.
"They might try," a voice spoke from behind Bonnie. "But they'd never hold me," Kim smugly added, and Monique gave a squeal as she turned to see Kim standing next to Shego.
"Kim!"
"Kim," Bonnie frowned, then fixed her gaze on her companion as she realized they pair had crept up on her without making a sound. "Uhm, K, isn't that….?"
"She's with me," Kim told both of them as she held up a pair of tan khakis. "I just wanted to ask if you had these in green," she grinned, and held up a pair of sturdy slacks.
"Ohmigod," Monique rasped, still shaking her head. "Where have you been? Do you know what people are saying? And what have you been doing….? Okay, and why is the green lady with you? Isn't she usually punching you, or something?"
"Breathe, Moni," Kim laughed, glancing at an obviously pregnant Bonnie, who still just stared herself.
And looked a little uneasy.
"So, a girl," Kim asked, eyeing Bonnie's purchases Monique was only then bagging.
"Oh, uh, yeah," Bonnie nodded vacantly, just staring at the redhead who looked as if she had been on vacation more than anything else just then. She had not seen the hyper-competitive girl so relaxed in months. "We finally broke down, and let the doctor tip us off. Ron said he didn't want to have to repaint the nursery, so it was find out, or he was painting it in blue and pink."
"Sounds like Ron," Kim chuckled.
"Yes. So, ah, you're not in….trouble? You're….?"
"No big. We just took a…..working vacation," Kim grinned at Shego.
"But, I didn't think your family left this summer," Monique said as Bonnie echoed, "We?"
"Oh, Shego, and I, I mean."
Bonnie looked at the two again, obviously nervous as one hand slid over her much increased belly.
"But isn't she….bad?"
"She can be," Kim teased.
"But she's worse," Shego finally spoke up, grinning herself now.
"Don't worry," Kim laughed at the two women's expression. "We're completely harmless."
"Unless you're trying to take over the world. Seriously, you have those in green, or what," Shego asked. "I so need a wardrobe change. Blue does not go with my complexion," she complained, currently wearing a starched blue skirt, and stark white blouse like Kim's own.
"So, what's with the dopy clothes. They look like…." Monique paused, frowned at them, in the exact same clothing, and asked, "Are you guys on parole?"
Both women burst into laughter.
"Parole," Kim sniggered.
"That's a good one. I told you these clothes were outdated, Kimmie. I never got civies this bad getting out of Super-Max. Ugh!"
"So….. What is going on," Bonnie asked.
"Well, since we….ahem, graduated, after a fashion, and you are friends, I can tell you. I'm now a duly appointed, fully authorized provisional agent for Global Justice. Special Missions Division," Kim beamed.
"Get out," Monique squealed. "Girl that is so cool! Wait, and Shego….?"
"My new partner in Team Possible; GJ branch."
Shego grinned at that.
"In more ways than one," Kim winked, and held up the khakis. "So? Green," she asked again.
"Uh, you guys could come over later, if you like," Bonnie suggested as Monique started to turn, promising to check. "I know Ron would like to see you again," the brunette told Kim.
Kim eyed her, shrugged, and remarked, "Why not. Are you still at the same place?"
"You kidding? Ron's already building playground equipment in the back yard," the brunette laughed, "And planning a pool."
"He does know babies take time to grow up?"
"You do know Ron," Bonnie smiled, looking quite happy just then.
"Yeah, and I'll just bet…."
The thunder of shots sounded just then, making them all turn toward the main walk. Even as they did, Bonnie yelped, and fell back, her right shoulder blossoming with bright red blood.
"Monique, down," Kim shouted. "Shego, take out that shooter," she pointed unerringly. "I'll sweep to the right for the other one. Go!"
Bonnie wailed, blood flowing as Monique scrambled over, and carelessly grabbed a handful of new blouses, and used them to stop the flow of blood as the pair of unlikely partners raced into danger without hesitation.
"Hang on, Bonnie," the dark-skinned girl told her, pushing down on the wound to slow the blood. "I'll call an ambulance," she said, her free hand fumbling for her cell even as the sounds of gunshots increased, and at least two shooters had to be out there from the sounds around them now as screams, and wails now filled the air.
Then the shooting abruptly ended, and she heard someone nearby scream in earnest.
"Shoot my friends," Kim's voice growled coldly, though Monique didn't know she was currently twisting an older teen's arm hard enough to dislocate the young man's shoulder. "Be glad I'm going easy on you," she spat.
"Easy," the man wailed in pained disbelief even as her sturdy shoe found his groin.
"And don't bother to claim insanity, or I will see you…again," she growled, and stomped.
The man screeched even worse than the man with the assault rifle who had been badly scorched by Shego's plasma when her partner used the tried-and-true melting the trigger to stop the man's manic firing into the fleeing crowd.
Wounded shoppers lay around them, but they could sirens already approaching outside, and Kim glanced around, and grit her teeth as she saw the large number of children among the wounded. She looked down at the shooter she stood over, green eyes glittering.
Shego walked over, and put a hand on her shoulder.
"You'd better go get the usual posers in here. You know they won't bother to peek inside until they know they aren't being shot at, too. Go on, I'll try to help some of the wounded," Shego assured her.
"Fine. Just make sure you tie them up. Tight," she growled again at the teen in the fetal position, crying a like a baby just then.
Shego glanced back at the one she had scorched a little more than planned, but he had been slow in releasing his melting weapon, so he had only himself to blame.
"They won't get away," she told Kim.
"Make sure," Kim said, and Shego thought she recognized that glitter in her eyes.
Then again, these were people that Kim likely knew. And children. Even she never targeted children. Not even at her worst.
"Don't worry," Shego told her, pushing her toward the nearest door. "They aren't going anywhere. Get those paramedics in here."
"Back in a sec," she promised, and shouted, "Help's on the way," at a woman crying over a wounded four year old girl in her arms.
KP
Betty drummed her fingers on her desk.
She stared.
Simply stared.
"Dr. Director?"
"Only those two could turn a simple homecoming into a national news event," she complained, staring at the latest report out of Middleton. Five civilians dead, two of them children. Another fourteen injured. And both shooters were listed in critical condition, their families claiming abuse, and brutality on the part of 'vacationing' Global Justice agents.
One of them the infamous, some reporters even dared say 'murderous,' Kim Possible.
Will Du wisely said nothing.
"You have their training files?"
"I just got them back from Commander Winslow. He was finishing off their training results himself," Will nodded, holding two hardcopy files in his hands.
"And? Give me the overview," Betty Director demanded of him, knowing the top agent had likely already absorbed every word, if only to satisfy his own curiosity.
Will looked disgruntled.
"Top scores, and top performances of any agent in the history of the academy," he admitted as in disgust. "However, both show a marked disdain for procedure, and respect of authority."
"As expected," Betty nodded.
"Are you certain you want to back those two in special missions, ma'am. Frankly, they're liable to become more of a liability than not with their…..antics," Will pointed out.
"What did she do?"
"Which one," Will actually muttered dourly.
"Either. One of them has you indignant again."
"Having noted their weakness in protocols, I offered to give them an updated copy of our ops manual before they left for vacation," Will told her after a moment.
"And," Betty asked, knowing how that was likely received by either of those inestimable women.
"Possible suggested I do something…..impossible with it," he almost blushed.
"And?"
"And Shego…. That is, Miss Go, burned it to ash, and suggested I give it a suitable burial. In a toilet. Are you sure that Polarizer isn't wearing off?"
Betty resisted the urge to smile.
"Will," she said, after clearing her throat, and burying her smile. "You had to know how both of them would react after just finishing our training, and anticipating a few days off. What really upset you?"
"It's in Ben's final report," Will scowled all the more. "Apparently, the pair of them have become….closer."
"Which is to our advantage if we're going to make the new Team Possible…."
"No, ma'am. Closer. As in," Will actually blushed now as his voice lowered, "Sharing the same bunk."
"You're suggesting an intimacy between them?"
"They are….violating several ethical codes, and state and federal laws. At the least, Shego is now guilty of the corruption of a minor. A new low even for her. I feel we should…."
"Stand down."
"Stand….down," Will frowned in confusion.
"Recall our initial concerns with Kimberly, Will. We want to bring her into the fold. Not alienate her, and set her off. You attack her…..partner, and you would be doing just what some of that yellow journalism is already claiming. You would turn her away from our cause faster than anything else we could do."
"But the law. The regulations…."
"Agent Du, I would have thought even you would have realized by now that sometimes you do have to set regulations aside," she blurted out curtly.
Will looked stunned. His mouth opened, but he couldn't seem to formulate a response.
"Dismissed, Will," she barked after taking the file.
"Ma'am," he saluted, and she scowled after him as he didn't even slam the door.
Maybe Kimberly was right. He might be a good field operative, but he was still too inflexible. If that didn't change, Will might not have a future in GJ. Which was a shame. He had started out so well. At the top of his class.
Until now, of course, she realized as she opened the first file to scan its contents herself. Someone else had shown him up when they were apparently not even trying.
Untapped potential, was Ben Winslow's repeated assessment in both files on multiple occasions.
Betty murmured thoughtfully to herself as she glanced back at the monitor screen, still playing press coverage from the 'Middleton Massacre,' as it was now called, and then buzzed her aide.
"Bernie, get me the Secretary of State."
She groaned at his reply.
"Yes, the one in D.C.," she said evenly, resisting the urge to snap. She would be glad when his sister Beth got back off leave. They might be siblings, but Bernie was not too sharp.
KP
Anne was smiling as Kim was sharing an amusing tale from her training with the family over dinner when someone knocked. Amusing, at least, to her.
"If that's another reporter," her daughter muttered as her tale was interrupted.
"I'll handle them," Anne assured her daughter who was getting quite notorious of late. At least, according to all the reporters who had not even talked to her, but just made up their own minds about what she was doing, or saying. Still, Anne wasn't ready to let Kim in front of any cameras. Even she wasn't sure what her daughter might do these days.
"Well, in my day, that was not reporting. It was slander, and I can't believe…."
"Later, honey," the neurosurgeon calmed him as she walked past on her way to the door.
The twins sniggered, and Kim only smiled knowingly. Their mom did have a way with the eccentric rocket scientist. No one could shut him up as fast as she could, and it was a gift that Kim sometimes wished she shared. No one could drag a nonsensical reminiscence out like her dad. Or make you blush like a child in front of the wrong people.
Her dad was, she had long since discovered, one of a kind himself.
"Girls, you have a guest," Anne Possible remarked a few moments later as they all looked up to see the older redhead standing next to a very familiar face.
"Sir," Kim blinked, staring at the current Secretary of State. "What brings you here?"
"A personal favor, it seems," the balding man that looked every inch the former Marine he had been until a few years ago. "Dr. Director asked me to stop in, and have a chat with you ladies."
"Did she," Shego asked quietly, just staring.
"She did, indeed," the man nodded to her. "She wants me to….calm the waters, as it were. I, however, have heard from the officers on the scene, as well as a few witnesses. I also recall that little favor you did me not all that long ago."
"No big," Kim predictably shrugged.
"I noted you never mentioned it on your web site," the man smiled.
"Well, you did say the whole sitch was classified," the redhead pointed out, surprising her parents.
"So, I did. The point is, I don't see any reason to read you the riot act, as Dr. Director felt might be necessary. I believe, however, what I can do, is restore a little of this nation's faith in you by standing beside you in an impromptu press conference."
"Really," Kim asked. "That would be spankin'," she grinned. "When?"
"How about you step outside now? You, too, Miss Go. I'm told you saved quite a few lives this afternoon, too. Again."
Shego almost blushed, but said nothing as Kim glanced toward the nearest window.
"I brought my own press, too. People I can count on to get the story right, and not speculate overly much," the Secretary assured her with a wry grin. "So, shall we…..meet the press, as they say?"
"Sure," Kim shrugged. "Just as long as they know 'no comment' means just that these days. I think you know that, especially now, there are some things I can't mention."
"You mean like your friend's new battle-suit he's putting together for you?"
Kim said nothing as her mother gave a little gasp of alarm.
"You know, if you could get him to mass produce something like that…..?"
"Can't be done. The Centurion Project turned out to be biomechanical, and apparently it cannot be duplicated," Kim told him. "Once it melded with my DNA, even the newer prototypes keep the same genetic key in their designs. Even Wade hasn't figured out a way around that."
"Yet I heard that your friend once used it?"
"Not very well, though. And it was easily undermined when he tried," Kim pointed out.
"Point taken. Well, if he does, remind him his country would be very thankful for any kind of aide he could offer us if it might save lives."
"I'm sure he understands that," Kim told him. "So, press?"
"Of course, and…..don't worry about Elizabeth. She's just still overly concerned about bad PR after your…..last misstep."
"That won't happen again," Kim told him. "That was explained….."
"I know all about the report regarding your emotional overload in the defective suit. You're saying your friend may have…..repaired that defect, though?"
"He's very confident this time. He is still testing it, though. Just to be sure. Frankly, I'm not sure when he'll be letting me see it this time. Let alone be trying it out."
"Well, I look forward to seeing the results. We do appreciate your efforts out there, Kimberly. And that's exactly what I intend to say now. So, shall we go outside?"
"You, too, Shego," Kim told her.
"I can't go out here," she said quietly. "I'm not really a hero."
"You are now," Kim told her.
The Secretary took particular notice that 'Miss Go' really did blush, and seem reticent to face any press. She wasn't like the Shego he had met before, back when he was still on active duty, and failed to stop her from stealing a top secret military project under his command.
"Especially now," he told the green woman. "We want the world to see you aren't hiding, or have cause to hide. Shall we, ladies," he asked with a gesture toward the door.
Shego sighed, and rose to her feet.
"Fine. Let's just get this over with."
"Cheer up, Shego," Kim smiled at her. "At least you don't have to worry about people getting the wrong idea about you this time."
"Sometimes, Princess," she called him as she ever did. "You can still be naïve."
Even the Secretary didn't comment on that one.
To Be Continued…..