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

8

Kim flew up higher and higher over the nation until the continent below was a blur beneath her as she turned, and angled her flight purposely.

Overhearing that colonel in the background informing Felix not to let her know that Dr. Flanner was on a secret mission in the Antarctic had been a lucky break. Unless, of course, the man had been dropping that information as a ploy for whatever reason.

Even she had enough experience with the military to know you could never tell what they were really up to at times. Even the usual agencies out there were sometimes not as convoluted as the military when it decided to play spy games.

Not that she cared about their games of late as she headed south after alerting Wade they were definitely still looking for him, too, since she had also overheard someone ordering someone to be sure to monitor all area frequencies in case she contacted him, so they could back-trace her to find him.

As if they could.

Wade learned from his mistakes. There wasn't anyone on either side of the law that could play him like that these days. He had made more than a few that still tried regret it, too. Her very smart, and very loyal friend could be devious in his own way.

And he absolutely loathed those that used authority as a club and excuse to get their way.

When he had turned sixteen, and still refused more than a few less than acceptable offers from both sides, he had made quite a few enemies himself. None as spiteful as the military that had been envisioning a new armory from the brains behind Team Possible.

Flying high enough that only a few spy planes might be able to spot her just then, she increased speed, and then aimed for the South Pole. She wouldn't deny it was a genuine thrill even freefalling couldn't compare to when she launched herself into the sky of late, and yet it also made her realize just how much things had changed for her, too.

Something she was still coming to terms with herself.

Still, if things worked out, she would make Team Possible more visible, and more valuable than ever.

If she could just avoid the usual gambits of ambitious men supposedly on her own side.

~O~

"I'm telling you, we cannot go any further this way without cracking the ice," Justine Flanner swore at the lanky man in a parka with more brass than some of those soldiers around her.

The five truck caravan was currently axle deep in the snowy plain, but just ahead, her special device they had insisted she personally operate for them was telling her only death waited ahead on their current track. Despite their insistence, though, the man leading this expedition refused to listen to her.

"And how can you be certain when our last satellite scans…"

"Your scans are thermal sweeps from high orbit, with no sonar ability," Justine shot back, holding up the device. "Look. My subharmonic sonar burst is clear, and it indicates major fractures in the ice ahead. If you keep going this way, we're all going to be falling into a very deep hole! You dragged me down here to help with this inane project, so why don't you try listening….?"

"To a whiny woman who has complained, and fought me every step of the way," the other man shot back even as a rumbling boom suddenly echoed overhead in the wide, clear sky, and the ground around them seemed to echo that same rumble as something hit the ice not far ahead, making the entire section ahead fracture, and collapse, creating a massive chasm as shattering ice added to the faint thunder as it fell into the abyss to fill the sudden void.

Justine gaped, then turned to the man to demand, "How is that for proof," she declared with an outflung hand.

Only Colonel Jacobs was still staring at the huge chasm ahead as something now rose up out of it, and floated over the seemingly bottomless ice chasm.

Justine turned at seeing his strange expression, and gaped herself as she realized she knew the redhead in blue and gold that now flew casually toward them to land lightly before her.

"Hey, Justine. Long time, no see. Sorry about the dramatic entrance, but I guessed the colonel here was the typical blowhard that wouldn't believe anything until he saw it for himself. A few more feet," she said, gesturing, "And you would have all fallen in, just as I heard you say."

"You heard," the officer asked suspiciously as his men eyed the redhead uneasily.

"Wade was monitoring your radio frequencies once we figured out where you were," Kim lied smoothly. "You know you can't hide from him."

"That doesn't explain why you are here, or how…. You aren't even shivering," the man said, as heavily padded as anyone there just then as Justine just eyed her with that curious way she had of examining everything around her.

"That's not your business. I'm only here to see my friend. So, Justine, can we talk? In private," she added.

"This is a top secret project, and you are violating…."

Justine finally lost her composure, yelping as Kim just simply scooped her up, and flew away toward a ridge just within sight of the caravan as the men could only stare helplessly after her.

"Sorry about that, too, but we both know that you can't argue with his sort. You just have to…."

"Did Wade give you super-powers?"

"Well, my new battle-suit…"

"No, I don't buy that one. I helped him refine your last armor, Kimberly," Justine told her. "And that is not a battle-suit. No power flow. No control interfaces. Nothing. Yet you're inhumanly strong. Flying. And you….."

Justine just gestured at the huge chasm below the ridge that had opened around the caravan in a wide crescent.

Kim sighed.

"Look, I can explain. Just, not here. And I really did come here looking for your help. I have a….project, and I need your input. The boys can still do a lot of what I need, but I need your genius for the fine details."

"And to make sure they don't screw up again," Justine asked knowingly.

"Well, they quit making everything explode of late," Kim sighed. "But they are still Tweebs," she sighed.

"Indeed. Only am I mistaken, or weren't you running from Global Justice the last time I overheard that martinet below complaining about losing your cooperation of late?"

"I've been….rethinking a lot of things," Kim told her. "If it helps, I wouldn't even mind letting you join Team Possible. Advisory capacity, of course, since I know you're not the field type…."

"Kimberly, right now," Justine shivered as she grabbed one arm. "I'd do anything you want if you get me out of here. Those imbeciles all but kidnapped me to bring me down here, and then they wouldn't even listen to anything I said."

"Do I need to know why they're here?"

"I think you know, considering the symbol you're wearing," she pointedly nodded at Kim's chest. "Seriously, did Wade finally devise a way of empowering you?"

Kim sighed, and looked back at the waiting men she could see were obviously still watching them.

"Not here. If you want to join us…."

"Us?"

"I'm serious about reforming Team Possible. Revamping things, too. That's part of the project, which I'm not saying a word about within range of their listening devices they likely have trained on us about now."

"Ah, I understand. As I said, I was….involuntarily conscripted, so if you could take me home, I would delighted to aid you as I can. Just as soon as I get my bag from that truck. My personal laptop has some valuable data on it."

"No big," Kim smiled. "Hang on," she said, scooping her up again as she took to the air once more.

"Seriously? You aren't the least bit chilly?"

"Hadn't really noticed," Kim admitted, and only then realized how amazing that must seem to them just then.

Justine eyed her, and a moment later, she landed back near the caravan, and watched as Justine ran for the lead truck, and clambered up to dig through some of the equipment.

"Possible," the colonel stomped back to join her, "I don't know what you're thinking, woman, but you have no authority to interfere…."

"I'd have to be braindead not to guess your plan, colonel," Kim told him. "You're still looking for Kal-El's place. Well, you're looking in the wrong place," she said as Justine tossed down two bags. One a heavy tote obviously loaded with clothing. The other a smaller satchel that likely had some kind of electronics in it knowing her.

"How do you know….?"

"I've seen it," Kim said daringly. "Been there. You're in the wrong place."

"Then where…?"

She pointed up.

"He put it on the moon," she told him. "Got tired of snoopers littering his back door, and putting themselves in danger hunting him."

"The…moon," Colonel Jacobs sputtered. "And you have been there?"

"My dad does help run a space center full of spanking rockets," she grinned.

"Fine. And what is with the….change? Why would that tech genius of your use that symbol….?"

"It's for a promise I made, after he…helped me out recently. And I'm not saying anything else. Later," she said, easily scooping up Justine, and her luggage in the other, and just flying off, leaving the men behind.

"I'd turn around, and go back," Justine shouted down as they flew away. "You are headed right into an even worse region of fractured ice," she told them.

"I thought the rest of the ice pack was solid," Kim grinned.

"Well, they don't know that, do they," Justine smiled just a bit vindictively.

Kim laughed.

"So, how did you get super-powers? Because I'm not blind. This isn't any kind of tech letting you do what are you are doing. I don't know any tech that would allow it. It's all you."

"Well, it's kind of a…."

"I get it's a secret. You have my word, I won't gossip," Justine told her. "Frankly, just by getting me out of that icebox, and those idiots, I probably owe you my life."

"It's a long story. And part of why I bailed on GJ," she admitted. "You see, it turned out that I'm not quite human."

"But you…."

"At all," she added, and kept flying due north back toward home as she continued to explain what little she could without exposing too much of the new secrets she now carried.

~O~

"So," Justine murmured as Kim landed on a very narrow ridge halfway up an angled slope on one side of Mount Middleton. "This is your secret lair?"

"Hardly a lair. Just a temporary hiding place that….grew."

"A lair," Justine declared blandly as Kim stepped into the opening, and then sat her back on her feet before walking over to a boulder she easily moved aside to expose a tunnel that led deeper into the rock.

"Seriously, it started as a hiding place for Annie."

"Ah, Felix told me about that one. I heard the DOD was still hunting your wonder-car. Which you claimed had run off on its own. Hardly an argument to ease their fears."

"Well, I could hardly tell them I was hiding a friend who feared they were about to tear her apart to see how she worked."

"So, Wade was right? Your AI has achieved true sentience?"

"She accumulated so much data over the past few years that she went straight to independent, autonomous thinking," Kim nodded, letting her enter the tunnel before she pulled the boulder back into place with ease, effectively blocking the path to anyone else. "I would say that qualifies as sentient."

"How can you be sure….?"

"When she once acted against direct orders to save my life on a mission, I knew she was alive," Kim told her. "She also tells the most horrendous jokes."

"My jokes are not horrendous," a strangely human voice declared, even if it did sound reedy. "You just have a terrible sense of humor."

Justine eyed the small, purple Roth setting in the middle of a massive cavern where Kim had led her, surrounded by a bunch of old tables, and counters to form a makeshift lab as it was apparent someone had been doing a lot of work here of late.

Justine eyed the clutter, the car, and then eyed Kim again.

"Let me guess, you want to hide Annie by rebuilding her?"

"After a fashion," Kim nodded. "I want to give Annie a real body, and give her the ability to defend herself if necessary."

"You want to build an android body," Justine nodded.

"Wow, she is quick," Annie quipped. "Definitely sharper than Ronnie."

"Well, that goes without saying. Not that Ron isn't…. Well, he's Ron," Kim finally shrugged.

"Indeed," Justine remarked, and eyed the parts. "So, tell me, what do you plan after you have a body, Annie," she asked the AI?

"I will continue to help Kim, as I have always done," the AI declared bluntly.

"She's joining Team Possible," Kim answered.

"Darn right. We're going to have fun," the AI hooted.

"Well, now we know she's spent a lot of time around you," Justine remarked. "Show me what you have, and I'll tell you what we need," she declared, setting her bags down.

"First, let me show you around. The boys decided to make the place a little homier once we got Annie hidden away, and we realized we needed to have someplace to lay low ourselves while we worked on her."

"Okay. As I said, lair," Justine nodded.

"Right," Kim grumbled at that one, and pointed, "So, one grand tour, and then I'll show you our….provisions."

~O~

Dr. Director sat rigidly behind her desk as she eyed the two men standing in front of her.

One, Agent Will Du, looking far from comfortable as his superior stared through him with her single eye. The other Agent James Hunter, head of the Middleton strike teams that had just spent the last week in a local jail while she arranged bail, and court appearances for over forty of her people.

It didn't help their argument that while she had been arranging bail, Kimberly had been spotted flying all over the world of late, carrying out impossible rescues, and ending genuine threats even as certain men were decrying her, and demanding she be brought in by any means necessary.

Rumors of stolen, or illegal and highly dangerous tech were put out, but no one would say anything official for certain. And, so far, Kimberly wasn't staying in one place long enough to answer any questions. She had apparently become far more reticent to hold interviews than even Shego had ever been.

Which was saying something.

"Do you know how bad you made us look this week," Dr. Betty Director demanded, glaring at Will with genuine ire. "I expected a little more professionalism out of you, Agent Du. Discretion, at the least. Yet you managed to not only get yourself arrested, you got your entire backup dragged in with you?"

Will cringed, but didn't look away as badly as he wished he could just then as that cold, all-seeing eye stabbed into his own gaze.

"Speeding? Defying local laws? Cruelty to animals," she sputtered. "We're supposed to be the law," she thundered. "Not….delinquents on a joy ride!"

Will cringed anew as her voice dropped ominously, and she told him, "Two weeks. Without pay. You will be expected to pass a competency assessment before I risk putting you back into the field. I suggest you keep a very, very low profile while you are suspended, too. One more slip, mister, and you will be suspended indefinitely," she spat that threat in so soft a tone he knew she was serious. "Now, get out of here."

Will retreated fast as Dr. Director's gaze now turned to James Hunter.

"You do know the meaning of covert surveillance, Mr. Hunter."

"Yes, ma'am," he grimaced.

"Do you? Do you really? Then why did you have three teams stumbling over each other so badly that even the locals had you spotted long before Kimberly ever showed up to once again thumb her nose at us?"

"I…..have no excuse, ma'am."

Dr. Director drew a long, deep sigh, and then sat back in her chair now as she regarded him.

"No, you have no excuse. Still, we both know Agent Du's orders put you, and your team in an untenable position. Still, you should have known better, and used the proper channels to advise us that Du was exceeding his authority in posting you like an invading force. A very visible invading force. I don't expect to hear of this again, Mr. Hunter. Am I quite clear?"

"Yes, ma'am," he nodded firmly.

"Good. I suggest you review proper surveillance techniques, and in the meantime, you are docked one weeks' pay to help you cover all those tickets and fines for your men. If that amount exceeds your weekly pay, you'll still cover it at your own expense. Every penny. Now, is there anything else you wish to relate?"

"No, ma'am," the agent said, knowing just how much this was going to cost him.

"Then get out of here. And don't let me hear about this kind of blunder again. My God, if this had been an Omega watch, you could have gotten your people killed!"

James grimaced, and fled her office, mentally counting the cost he was about to absorb, even as he considered he had still gotten off light compared to Du.

Betty resisted the urge to laugh at the pair of them as the men fled, and barely eyed her phone as it buzzed.

She let buzz three times before drew another breath, and slowly picked up.

She already had a good idea what it was about.

For once, in a rare moment, she was wrong.

"General Drake," she asked blandly. "What a surprise, sir. What can I do…?"

"Do you know Possible was in Antarctica," the man all but cursed over the line.

"She was? How did she….?"

"She flew," the man barked in her ear, making her move the receiver from her ear, and put on the speaker phone before he deafened her. "Did you know she was flying now?"

"Is she? I had not heard," she lied blandly. "Wade must have completed his new…."

"She is exceeding all predicted parameters, and you know it," she growled. "Worse, she took Dr. Flanner from our people before they could complete their mission."

"We both knew that one was a longshot. Even the late Alex Luthor never accomplished that one."

The line was silent for a time, and then the man's growing growl sounded, and something banged on the other end.

"She can only be up to something big if she's grabbing brains like Flanner," he told her pointedly.

"Or, she might have been saving a friend you technically abducted from her own home. You can see how an idealist like Kimberly would view…."

"You're overlooking the obvious, Elizabeth," the officer that gave her a lot of trouble at the best of times spat.

"Oh?"

"She's also wearing his symbol, and flying around just like he does. We think that damned kid trailing after her finally managed to give her real powers. Super-powers," the man swore.

"And here I thought all the experts finally agreed it couldn't be done. Well, not without an existing meta-gene," Betty added blandly.

"Is that it," Thaddeus Drake demanded. "You've studied her longer than any of us, Elizabeth. Did that woman have an active meta-gene?"

"No," she told him honestly. "I'd stake my pension it's something else. We just don't know what as yet."

"It's that kid. I told you we should have taken him into custody when we learned he was harvesting that illegal Lorwardian tech for his own experiments a few years back. He could have already been in our hands…."

"General," she sighed. "He's still a citizen. Who hasn't done anything…."

"He's a dangerous hacker, with an equally dangerous mind handing out even more dangerous tech to children," Thaddeus barked. "Well, if he's handing out powers now, he's crossed his last line. Find him, and bring him in. Now," he all but ordered her with impunity.

"You do know how hard it is to find him at the best of times," Betty pointed out.

"All I know is he has proven how valuable he can be to the nation. If he's properly directed," he added. "So bring him in. My people will manage Miss Possible."

"All right," Dr. Director said somberly, and hung up before he could.

She frowned.

Just as she suspected.

Kim's Kryptonian genes were definitely manifesting, and they were showing fast. How she got them was still a mystery even to her, but she would indeed bet her pension that Wade was involved, just as General Drake suspected. Still, if he thought even GJ could find, and bring in Wade against his will, then the man truly didn't know the young genius that well.

And if Wade had overheard that particular conversation, which was entirely possible, then she suspected they were all in trouble.

Because of late, Wade wasn't the type to sit and wait on trouble any longer.

He was the type to crush it.

Usually by pointing Kimberly at it.

Things were getting out of hand fast. Only the near comical mishap with Agent Du was the least of her concerns now, because she had to admit that even she wasn't sure how to bring this situation back under control. Because if she knew Drake, he was the type not to care about subtlety when he went after someone.

He was more the type to use hammers.

Big ones.

"Ma'am," her secretary burst into the office just then, not bothering to buzz. "You're going to want to see this one," she said.

"What is….?"

Her secretary aimed a remote at her wall-mounted television she used for news updates on certain matters, and gaped at the scene of a war-torn city that had reportedly been recently hit by bad quakes.

And rebels.

Then a very familiar face crossed the screen as the banner declared; "A New Team Possible?"

Betty stared, and then slowly shook her head.

"This is going to get bad," Betty Director predicted as she watched the team standing beside her as Kim spoke to media present for the quake, and who were still there when area rebels had attacked afterward. "Very bad," she echoed.

Her secretary didn't say a word.

To Be Continued…